Adventures In Murder Chasing (Funeral Crashing #3) Read Online Free PDF

after all. I mean, if Gabe was murdered. I didn't know yet, officially. Still, if Gabe was murdered, who were some other potential suspects? I should have a big list at this point, but I didn't.
    Gabe oozed niceness and I was having issues finding someone who might have wanted to off him besides Layla. There had to be other suspects. It couldn't be as obvious as my first one, could it? Maybe I was just in luck...if Gabe was murdered. I had to keep reminding myself that I still needed to find out how he died and that him being murdered wasn't a done deal yet. Anne had made me paranoid with her sister's story. Still, I was investigating the case either way. I just wanted to find out what happened...for Suzie.
    I was all ready to go to the funeral, but I was a little bit worried about going to the Palos Funeral Home specifically. The last time I was there the Funeral Home Director recognized me as a funeral crasher. That was not a good thing. Most people frowned upon funeral crashing and it was quite possible that I could get in big trouble for doing it. So, if I was going to go to the Palos Funeral Home, I had to go in disguise this time. It was totally ridiculous, but I was going to wear a wig. I figured Ethan was safe, at least for the time being. I was the one the Funeral Home Director had been really gunning for. Besides, I wasn't quite sure I could get Ethan to investigate a mystery, crash a funeral, and wear a wig and maybe even a costume. I was afraid it might be asking too much, even if I was his girlfriend now.
    By the time Ethan got to my house, I was ready and waiting for him. My dad was in his den watching television.
    "Bye, dad!" I yelled and ran out the door.
    My dad had already met Ethan on numerous occasions and he liked him alright, but I still wasn't too fond of the let's hang out as a couple with my dad moments. It was super awkward. Although, oddly enough, I wanted Ethan to meet my mom. Of course since my mom had died that meant that I had to take Ethan to the cemetery to meet her. I know it sounded creepy, but it really wasn't. I spent a lot of Saturdays at the cemetery, just being with my mom. Plus I wanted Ethan to meet Leonora, the old woman who had become sort of like a...well, a grandma to me. She was there as often as I was, visiting her dead husband. Maybe that was weird, but Leonora and I, despite the age difference had a lot in common - we had both lost one of the most important people in our lives and we were both trying to make the best of it. Plus Leonora really, really wanted to meet Ethan. She was excited that I finally had a boyfriend. Truthfully, I guess I also kind of wanted Leonora to meet him too.
    I ran over to Ethan's car and got in. I turned to look at him. Wow, he looked good dressed up. He was in a black suit without the jacket, wearing a dark blue shirt. Wow. I couldn't get over how hot he looked every time I saw him from his dark wavy hair to his blue eyes to well, just him. He was an amazing boyfriend. I was a super lucky girl. I leaned over and kissed Ethan on the lips. It was hard to believe that a mere few weeks ago, I had never had a boyfriend. Now I was in a full on relationship with one of the hottest guys in school. Life was good.
    Ethan pulled out of the kiss, looked at me, and smiled, "I like the wig."
    "Thanks," I said. "Do I look different?"
    I was wearing a wig with chin length short dark brown hair with bangs cut straight across my forehead. I looked totally different, but in a good way I thought. Other than that, I was in funeral garb wearing an all black dress with nylons and black flats. I never wore heels to funerals if I could help it. I had a tendency to trip in them.
    "Definitely," Ethan said, "You look super hot as a brunette."
    "Thanks," I said. "I think."
    "No problem," Ethan said, grinning as he pulled out of the driveway. "It's fun seeing you in disguise."
    I smiled at him, "Fun enough that you'll wear one next time?"
    Ethan smiled at me, "Maybe."
    "I bet