Scrambled to Death: A Sage and Dash Cozy Mystery

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Book: Scrambled to Death: A Sage and Dash Cozy Mystery by Molly Dox Read Free Book Online
Authors: Molly Dox
might get away with two heinous crimes.
    Rosie made her way back to the restaurant. She was pleased to see her mother behind the counter.
    “Things are dead around here,” Libby started tongue in cheek. “I’m dying to see a few customers. In fact, I’ve got a great idea for a killer special.”
    Rosie cringed. Leave it to her mother. “Isn’t it a little soon?”
    “Oh, lighten up. I’m trying to lift my spirits. We can’t afford for business to stay this slow,” she warned. “If things don’t pick up, we’re going to be in trouble. It’s not like we have a lot of emergency funds tucked away. Things are pretty tight.”
    Rosie agreed. “People will come back. Hopefully, sooner than later. I’m going to grab Jeff’s number and give him a shout. He already left for work. I want to see if he’s got anymore news.”
    “No hurry,” Libby teased. “I can handle the crowd.”
    Rosie slipped through the door that connected their house to the restaurant. Dash greeted her with a meow. “Hey Dash.” She reached down to scratch him behind his ear before picking up her phone. As she scanned through the list of contacts, she found Jeff’s information. She opted to call his personal line over the office number.
    Rosie walked to the cabinet and took a small container of cat treats out. She sprinkled a couple on the floor next to Dash, then hit dial on her phone. It went straight to voicemail. She left a brief message, then sat with the cat. She needed to talk to somebody, and Dash was a good listener. Not that he answered, but he did keep her secrets.
    “Yeah, I know… You don’t have to point it out. You know, don’t you? You’re perceptive like that. Okay, so I like the guy, that’s true, but I’m not sure the feeling is mutual. It’s not like he’s asked me out. I’m not even sure I’d say yes. Probably not, it’s not worth risking our friendship. I know, it’s been a while since I’ve been on a date, but things are less complicated this way. Mom’s had enough boyfriends for the two of us. Things never end well anyway,” she said.
    Dash mewed in response. Rosie ran her fingers through his coat a few times, then got up to wash her hands. Back at the restaurant, she was pleasantly surprised to see customers. Her mother was talking to Myrtle and Gloria.
    Myrtle’s voice went down to a whisper. “Well, I heard that there may be more to this than meets the eye. In fact, our very own Sheriff may have dirty hands. He never liked Christopher Banks. Everybody knows it’s true; it’s not like it’s a secret. What if he’s investigating to cover up his own crime? Trying to pin it on somebody else, you know?”
    Libby laughed at Myrtle’s latest gossip. “Gary Snyder isn’t smart enough to pull that off.”
    Myrtle looked strangely at Libby. “Of course, he is. When you have access to the information, and you’re the one signing the reports, you can write whatever you want, dear. It’s only a crime if you’re caught.”
    Rosie joined in the conversation. “What were you saying?”
    Gloria’s high-pitched voice overrode the others. “Can I at least put my order in first? I’m starving.”
    “Sure,” Libby said. “What can I get for you?”
    Myrtle looked annoyed at having been interrupted. She was at her best when she was riding high on the gossip, spilling secrets left and right. “Fine, if we must.”
    After taking their orders, Libby went back to the kitchen. Rosie asked Myrtle what she’d heard.
    “Well, maybe Gary didn’t do it, but he could be covering up for somebody else, like a mistress, or a friend, or one of the cops. You don’t know! I heard that while one of the witnesses was giving a statement over at Patterson’s, he wasn’t even writing it down. He was simply scribbling on his note pad, like doodling.”
    “What?” Gloria corrected her. “No, stick figures, right? He was scribbling people.”
    “Doodles, scribbling, stick figures…what difference does it make?

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