A Frozen Scoop of Murder: A Cozy Mystery (Caesars Creek Mystery Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

him.”
     
    Stormi coughed, choking on her guacamole. “What?! You don’t even know him.”
     
    “Neither do you Missy.”
     
    “But you’re coming up with this out of thin air.”
     
    “And you’re coming up with him being some dreamboat out of the same thin air,” Paige countered.
     
    “Every time I’ve seen him he’s been courteous, right Tara?”
     
    “Yes, he was very nice on our date.”
     
    “So where are you getting this untrustworthy vibe from?” Stormi demanded.
     
    “It’s just a feeling,” Paige answered taking another swig of her soda.
     
    “Don’t kill a good thing for Tara before it’s even started,” Stormie admonished Paige.
     
    “I just want her to move cautiously,” Paige said.
     
    “Helloooo…I’m right here,” I said feeling invisible. At that moment, I saw Trixie walk to the side of the bleachers and watch the stage.
     
    During this time, the judging for the rose category was taking place. We weren’t paying much attention since everyone knew who the winner would be until we heard the shouting. Instead of choosing Miss Greta the winner, the judges chose another contender instead, Darlene Langstrom. Greta was having a fit, arms flailing and voice rising. So much for her demure attitude earlier in the day.
     
    I looked towards Mr. Florez and Trevor. I could only see their profiles, but Mr. F. looked horrified and Trevor didn’t seem to be saying much. I looked over at Trixie and she had a smirk on her face. It was difficult to hear what Miss Greta was saying, but I heard something about ‘piece of crap’ and how much better her roses smelled than the others did.
     
    At that moment, she took a huge whiff of her roses sitting in her glass vase. She went to hold the vase out to the judges, presumably to have them smell the roses too, when she dropped the vase to the floor. The glass vase splintered into small pieces and the roses scattered onto the stage floor. Several people gasped and then we heard the grunts and groans.
     
    I looked up at Greta and she was clutching her throat. We weren’t right next to the stage, but I could tell her face and throat were swelling quickly. She pointed towards Trevor and Mr. Florez before dropping to the floor. Mr. Florez held her purse next to him and he fumbled trying to open it, I assume to find her epi pen. Several of the judges and other competitors surrounded her and someone yelled to call 911, which several people did.
     
    Mr. Florez was white as a sheet as he searched for the epi pen in her purse. Trevor finally grabbed the purse and upended its contents onto the ground. The two men searched for the epi pen to no avail. Someone yelled that Miss Greta stopped breathing. Some of the women on the stage were turning away upset by the sight.
     
    The three of us suddenly jumped up after what seemed like minutes but were only seconds and ran towards the stage. Curious people who heard the commotion were now crowding around at the front of the stage. We tried to see but kept getting crowded out. Finally, someone moved and I could see Miss Greta as her body lie still on the stage floor. I saw no movement of her chest. I knew she was gone.
     
    Paramedics and a couple of police officers working the festival showed up fast. One of the medics tried to cut an opening in her throat, but it was swelled tighter than a drum. It was no use. More police were called and the entire stage cordoned off with the yellow crime scene tape.
     
    The police talked to Mr. Florez and Trevor while people stood in groups discussing what occurred. Stormi was on a mission. She went from group to group, gleaning information from each one and then reporting to Paige and me. I looked around and saw Trixie standing with a group and then walking over and hugging Mr. Florez as soon as the police were finished questioning him. I thought that was rather odd. I looked for Trevor, but couldn’t see him.
     
    Stormi ran up and exclaimed, “The word is there must