Adventures In Murder Chasing (Funeral Crashing #3) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Milda Harris
you that you would look super hot as a blonde," I said.
"So, we're trading hair places?" Ethan asked. "Why can't I go blue or jet black or..."
"To a funeral? Yeah, that wouldn't stand out," I said.
"Well, what if it was a punk rocker's funeral?" Ethan asked.
"Okay, then you can wear the blue hair," I said.
"It's a deal," Ethan said.
"You're a tough negotiator," I said.
"I know," Ethan said.
I laughed and kissed him on the cheek. Ethan gave me a smile and focused back on the road. The ride to the funeral home was quick. Ethan knew where it was now from me having dragged him down there a bunch of times already.
"You ready?" Ethan asked, turning off the car.
"I hope so," I said.
I was feeling a little nervous. I didn't want to get in trouble. I mean, could they arrest me for going to someone's funeral? I actually didn't know. They might try if they really didn't like me I supposed. Seriously, though, I just wanted to help. Even if I wasn't investigating a suspicious death, I really only wanted to mourn like everyone else. I wasn't mean-spirited or anything. Still, I hoped the Funeral Director didn't recognize me with my disguise. I didn't really want to get the chance to find out what happened if I got caught funeral crashing.
We got out of the car. Ethan took my hand and we walked into the funeral home. It was a busy night. There were four different wakes going on. Well, that made me feel a little bit better. It would make it easier for us to blend in with the other funeral goers. There were a lot of people milling around. We looked at the directory on the wall.
Room 1: Gonzalez
Room 2: Moretti
Room 3: Fulton
Room 4: Caldwell
"Room 3," I said and pulled Ethan down the hallway.
We walked quickly past the Funeral Home Director's office and I noticed that he wasn't inside. That wasn't good. It meant that he was milling around, maybe in one of the viewing rooms. I hoped it wasn't in Room 3. I tried not to think about it. We had to do this. We had to see if Gabe Fulton's death had happened under mysterious circumstances.
We passed the first two rooms and slowed down to enter Room 3. It was crowded. Gabe was so young that he was leaving a lot of people behind. Plus a few more were probably shocked enough that they came to the funeral out of morbid curiosity. That happened too. I scanned around the room for Layla, but I didn't see her. After we paid our respects to the deceased, we were going to have to take a closer look around. There were too many groups milling about and I couldn't see everyone clearly. We had a lot to do.
First things first, Ethan and I made our way up to the front and walked toward the casket to pay our respects. When we got close enough to see the body, I did a double take. I had done enough research on Gabe to know that he was not what looked to be an Italian or Greek man. The man in the coffin was young, but he was definitely not Gabe. Gabe, from his online photos, was blonde with pale skin. This guy was tan with olive skin and dark hair.
I looked over at a photo collage that stood next to the coffin. My eyes scanned it through twice. There was no Gabe in there either, just multitudes of photos of the olive skinned man. What was going on? My mind was reeling.
"How did you know Nico?" I heard a man from behind us ask.
I froze. Ethan gripped my hand in a vice grip. Who was Nico?
Chapter 5: Pretending
Ethan whispered in my ear, "I thought you said his name was Gabe."
I could barely hear Ethan with the cacophony of voices going off in my head, sounding the you've been caught alarm. The other half of the voices were yelling: who the heck is Nico? What is going on?
The man was looking at us, "Did you go to school with Nico?"
What was I supposed to say? Nico? Who's Nico? Oh, is that the dead guy in the casket? Oh my goodness...
"Yes, yes we did," I said before I thought about it, glad that the man had given me a reason to be at Nico's funeral. It was, after all, one of the
"So, we're trading hair places?" Ethan asked. "Why can't I go blue or jet black or..."
"To a funeral? Yeah, that wouldn't stand out," I said.
"Well, what if it was a punk rocker's funeral?" Ethan asked.
"Okay, then you can wear the blue hair," I said.
"It's a deal," Ethan said.
"You're a tough negotiator," I said.
"I know," Ethan said.
I laughed and kissed him on the cheek. Ethan gave me a smile and focused back on the road. The ride to the funeral home was quick. Ethan knew where it was now from me having dragged him down there a bunch of times already.
"You ready?" Ethan asked, turning off the car.
"I hope so," I said.
I was feeling a little nervous. I didn't want to get in trouble. I mean, could they arrest me for going to someone's funeral? I actually didn't know. They might try if they really didn't like me I supposed. Seriously, though, I just wanted to help. Even if I wasn't investigating a suspicious death, I really only wanted to mourn like everyone else. I wasn't mean-spirited or anything. Still, I hoped the Funeral Director didn't recognize me with my disguise. I didn't really want to get the chance to find out what happened if I got caught funeral crashing.
We got out of the car. Ethan took my hand and we walked into the funeral home. It was a busy night. There were four different wakes going on. Well, that made me feel a little bit better. It would make it easier for us to blend in with the other funeral goers. There were a lot of people milling around. We looked at the directory on the wall.
Room 1: Gonzalez
Room 2: Moretti
Room 3: Fulton
Room 4: Caldwell
"Room 3," I said and pulled Ethan down the hallway.
We walked quickly past the Funeral Home Director's office and I noticed that he wasn't inside. That wasn't good. It meant that he was milling around, maybe in one of the viewing rooms. I hoped it wasn't in Room 3. I tried not to think about it. We had to do this. We had to see if Gabe Fulton's death had happened under mysterious circumstances.
We passed the first two rooms and slowed down to enter Room 3. It was crowded. Gabe was so young that he was leaving a lot of people behind. Plus a few more were probably shocked enough that they came to the funeral out of morbid curiosity. That happened too. I scanned around the room for Layla, but I didn't see her. After we paid our respects to the deceased, we were going to have to take a closer look around. There were too many groups milling about and I couldn't see everyone clearly. We had a lot to do.
First things first, Ethan and I made our way up to the front and walked toward the casket to pay our respects. When we got close enough to see the body, I did a double take. I had done enough research on Gabe to know that he was not what looked to be an Italian or Greek man. The man in the coffin was young, but he was definitely not Gabe. Gabe, from his online photos, was blonde with pale skin. This guy was tan with olive skin and dark hair.
I looked over at a photo collage that stood next to the coffin. My eyes scanned it through twice. There was no Gabe in there either, just multitudes of photos of the olive skinned man. What was going on? My mind was reeling.
"How did you know Nico?" I heard a man from behind us ask.
I froze. Ethan gripped my hand in a vice grip. Who was Nico?
Chapter 5: Pretending
Ethan whispered in my ear, "I thought you said his name was Gabe."
I could barely hear Ethan with the cacophony of voices going off in my head, sounding the you've been caught alarm. The other half of the voices were yelling: who the heck is Nico? What is going on?
The man was looking at us, "Did you go to school with Nico?"
What was I supposed to say? Nico? Who's Nico? Oh, is that the dead guy in the casket? Oh my goodness...
"Yes, yes we did," I said before I thought about it, glad that the man had given me a reason to be at Nico's funeral. It was, after all, one of the
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