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

to you amateur sleuths.”
     
    “Chicken,” Paige said smiling.
     
    “Paige, I think Stormi and I can finish up here if you want to go with Bruce,” I offered.
     
    “Are you sure?” She asked.
     
    “Absolutely. It’s getting late and I’m ready to close anyway,” I answered.
     
    The two took off arm in arm. I was happy for Paige, she had a great husband. Someday I hoped for the same, but good men were hard to find. At that moment, Brandon walked up.
     
    “So are you ladies ready to wrap it up? I can tear down the booth and put it in back of my truck and bring it by your house tomorrow Tara.”
     
    “Brandon, you’re too good to me,” I said.
     
    Stormi, Brandon and I worked for the next half hour tearing down the booth and putting the left over ice cream into my vehicle. Brandon took the small freezer as well. I wished them a good night and headed to the store to drop off the ice cream.
     
    Once the ice cream was safely back in the freezer at the store, I walked out the front door and locked it. When I turned around, I was startled to see Trevor standing there.
     
    “My God Trevor, you frightened me!” I exclaimed.
     
    “Sorry,” he said sounding dejected. “I saw you leave the festival and followed you here. I thought maybe you and I could talk for a few minutes.”
     
    “Well sure,” I said. “I’m so sorry about your Aunt.”
     
    “Thanks…it’s just such a shock.”
     
    “I know it has to be. Do the police know what happened?”
     
    “They won’t know until the autopsy is done, but I’m sure it’s something she inhaled.”
     
    “That’s the word around the festival too. But do they think it was intentional?” I couldn’t believe I was asking him all these questions but I couldn’t help it.
     
    “Well if they don’t I do!” He exclaimed.
     
    “Why is that?”
     
    “Because the epi pen was conveniently missing from her purse. She always carries it with her.”
     
    “Do you have any idea who would do this?”
     
    “I have a person in mind.”
     
    “May I ask who?”
     
    “Mr. Florez.”
     
    “But why Trevor? What would he have to gain from it?”
     
    “He had access to the purse and her roses. What he had to gain is anybody’s guess. But his last wife died suspiciously so there’s that.”
     
    “Really, I didn’t know that.”
     
    “Yeah, just Google his name and Nashville, Tennessee and you’ll find newspaper articles about her death.”
     
    “I’ll do that. Well, it’s late and I’m tired. I really need to get home,” I said feeling bad that I was copping out on him, but my feet and back were killing me.
     
    “Oh no, I feel better just venting. I appreciate you listening to me,” he said with a halfhearted smile.
     
    “Call me tomorrow Trevor if you want to talk. I want to be here for you.”
     
    “Thanks I’ll do that,” he said as he squeezed my hand, and then turned to walk back to his truck.
     
    I got in my car and drove away thinking I would Google Mr. Florez when I arrived home or I wouldn’t sleep a wink that night.
     
     
     
     
    *****
     
     
    Sure enough, Trevor was right. I found several online articles detailing the strange death of a Mrs. Enid Florez. Mrs. Florez died of a heart attack, but her family questioned her untimely death, saying she herself had become frightened of her husband, even at the point of asking to purchase a gun. One of the interviews with Mrs. Florez’s brother said he himself wondered if Mr. F. hadn’t injected her with something to cause the heart attack. It was all speculation of course and charges were never filed. But I could see how Trevor might be suspicious.
     
    The next day was Sunday and although I normally didn’t open the Shoppe, I decided to go down anyway and tidy up. Stormi called and I told her I was on my way and she said she’d meet me there. I filled her in on what I learned about Mr. Florez.
     
    “Hmmm, that is odd to say the least,” Stormi mused. “I heard he