Tuesday Tales 2024-7-23 Touch

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Robin jerked up straight and snapped her fingers. “Cripes, I got off track. That’s the main reason I had to see you this morning. I just heard from a source that Kitty is cleared with an alibi. Roy didn’t mention it?”

I sank down in my chair. “No.”

“How cool would it be if my source was ahead of his.” Seeing my narrowed eyes, she continued in a less gleeful tone. “Anyway, it’s too bad because Kitty was certainly a prickly burr toward Vee at the Pumpkin Fest meeting.”

A sigh escaped me. “If she’s out of the picture, she’s out. I spoke to her on my way from the police station the other day. Kitty gave Vance Wardlow a linguistic black eye.”

Robin’s eyes widened to saucers. “Vance? I remember Vee used to work for him. Of course, he, or anyone you question, could be deflecting or downright lying.”

I wiggled my forefinger. “True, but I’m looking for alibis, too. I’m hoping Roy will know more about those. Or you, with your sources. At any rate, Vance complained about her messing up his books and doing his brother wrong, but he also mentioned Brady Pryce as a possible culprit.”

Robin’s cheeks reddened, and she shook her head. “Vance is touched in the head. Brady wouldn’t kill anyone.”

“I asked Brady about his past relationship with Vee, when we were going over plans the other day. He glossed it over and tagged Skip.”

“You’ve been a busy bee. It seems everyone has a favorite suspect. So who did Skip tag?”

“I haven’t talked to him yet. I was hoping you’d go with me.”

“Where? He lives in Blairsville and coaches at the high school. Surely you’re not going to the school.”

“No. My source mentioned that he has been drowning his sorrows at Whaley’s Roadhouse.”

“Ahh.” She crumbled up the empty breakfast bag. “In that case I think I’d better go with you. It sounds to me like you’re sticking your neck out exactly as Roy warned you not to. You have a plan?”

I nodded, and a million thoughts slid through my brain. More and more I saw that my prickly ghost was right. I needed to find the murderer–fast. Otherwise, instead of baking goods for the Tea Thyme reboot, my godfather’s cousin would be baking zip in the hoosegow.

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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Spirited Stories

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