The Rogue Reviewer (Primrose, Minnesota Book 3) by Mia Dymond Read Free Book Online Page A

spinning.”
    “Sometimes it’s difficult,” Dara
admitted.
    “Yes,” Sara agreed, “but we always know who
committed the crime and why.”
    “I hate to run but we’ve got several stops.”
Dara stood and Marnie followed suit. “Thanks for the help, Sara. At
least we all agree on one thing – our suspect is male.”
    “I’m as sure as I can be about that.” The
author followed them out of the room and back down the hallway
until she opened the door. “Feel free to call if I can help.”
    Once she and Marnie sat buckled safely behind
the closed door of her Lexus, her friend released a heavy breath.
“Geez! I think she fractured my ribs!”
    Dara giggled at Marnie’s brutal honesty. “I
tried to warn you.”
    “There wasn’t a remote chance of escape,
Dara.”
    “Probably not,” she admitted, “but at least
we did draw the conclusion the killer is male.”
    “I’m not sure I feel better having that
information, and I may regret asking this but, what now?”
    “We go see Chad.”
    “Chad? Why?”
    “To cement our alibi. We need to make
absolutely sure his cameras recorded our meeting.” She glanced out
the window, not surprised to see a familiar approaching vehicle.
“Here comes the cavalry.”
    Marnie groaned. “You promised me we wouldn’t
be arrested.”
    “We won’t be arrested, just
interrogated.”
    “Again.”
    “Stop being paranoid.” Dara sighed and rolled
down her window as the driver pulled the car up next to her
vehicle. “Detectives,” she drawled.
    “Mace’s eyes sparkled in the sunlight, from
anger or curiosity she didn’t know. “Ladies.”
    “Are you tailing me?”
    “Nope, I see it more like preventing you from
interfering in my investigation.”
    “I have no idea what you’re talking
about.”
    “Something tells me you’re here to discuss
murder.”
    She threw him a mental duh. “I am.
Sara and I both write it.”
    “ Evelyn Wallace’s murder.”
    “Actually, we didn’t discuss Evelyn at all.” Well, almost not at all.
    “Out.”
    As soon as he placed his hand on the chrome
door handle, she clicked the doors locked. “I have an
appointment.”
    “It can wait.”
    “How do you know?” She tapped her fingernails
against the steering wheel, almost expecting him to say he knew her
full itinerary for the afternoon.
    Instead, he gestured with his head at the
door handle. “Out,” he repeated.
    She huffed while she released the locks. “You
have an annoying habit of telling me what to do,” she pointed out
as she left the car and shut the door.
    “Yet you refuse to do as I say.”
    “And you like it.”
    “Come again?”
    She folded her arms across her chest and
leaned back against the car door. “Face it. I challenge you.”
    “And you think that’s smart on your
part?”
    She didn’t take the opportunity to point out
that his question did little to dispute her accusation. “Absolutely
brilliant,” she answered instead.
    From inside the car, Marnie giggled and then
cleared her throat.
    He mirrored her posture and she fought the
urge to follow Marnie’s lead. A stand-off between smart and well,
smarter.
    After several seconds, smart gave in. “This
is my investigation, Dara. A police investigation
that does not require your assistance.”
    “I’m well aware, Detective.”
    “Then I’ll assume I won’t find you
questioning any more suspects.”
    “Sara and I simply talked shop.”
    She didn’t have to work hard to interpret his
perfectly obvious yeah, right expression but little did he
know she actually spoke the truth – by omission. She shifted her
weight from one hip to the other, ready to issue yet another
challenge, when she intercepted a spark in those magnificent eyes
that warned her not to play her whole hand.
    “We haven’t made an arrest.” He unfolded his
arms, reached for the door handle, and opened the door. “Until we
do, it might be a good idea for you to lie low.”
    “Scare tactics won’t work with me.” She