BLUE WEDDING (Melody The Librarian Mysteries Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

like whoever sent them wants to remain anonymous. Oh, Melody, you have a secret admirer! How… ah-choo! …romantic!”
    “It’s alright, Margaret. I have a pretty good idea who sent them,” I smiled. It appeared that my brief chat with Gary last night had paid dividends. Forget-Me-Nots? Jeez, it had only been half a day since we were last in each other’s company but, nonetheless, the sentiment was sweet. Gary had left for Chicago today and wouldn’t be back until Tuesday evening. Did he think he would be forgotten over the course of two days?
    “By the way,” Margaret said in a hushed voice, “I heard from a source at the courthouse that the prosecutor will decide this week what charges will be brought against Bob Christian, that man who killed that woman with the crossbow.”
    “Oh, really?” There had been a dearth of information in the media regarding developments in that case. “Margaret, would you do me a favor and let me know if you hear any updates from your source? I’m not always tuned into the local news, and I’m kind of busy getting ready for a wedding this Saturday. I’m helping to provide the music.”
    “Okay,” Margaret whispered, giving me a wink. “Oh, that must be Tiffany Ashcroft’s wedding!” Her voice dropped back to a whisper. “Did you know she’s marrying her boss? They say he’s older than her father!” She stared with an eyes-wide-opened expression at the mention of these scandalous revelations.
    “I had heard that,” I replied. “Well, all we can do is wish her well and hope that her decisions bring her happiness, eh?” As much as I would have liked to bond with Margaret at Tiffany’s expense, I felt that it would be hypocritical of me to trash a client.
    “I suppose you’re right,” Margaret agreed reluctantly. She leaned in closer. “But still…everyone in town is absolutely shocked.”
    I nodded, but my attention was drawn to a drop of fluid quivering on my desk. I looked up at Margaret, hoping that it might be a tear, but no such luck. She followed my gaze and her face twisted in mortification. She wiped furiously at the spot with her tissue while I made a mental note to douse my workstation with disinfectant after she’d left.

Chapter 6
     
    That evening, I was surprised to get a call from Gary. Perhaps, I thought, absence does make the heart grow fonder. He was calling from a hotel outside Chicago. Having picked up the accordion – a “special order,” he explained – then he’d continue on to Indianapolis for another pickup and then on toward home, unless he ran out of steam and had to spend another night along the way.
    “So why don’t we plan on a Wednesday night practice? Will that work for you?”
    “Fine with me,” I said, wondering how to approach the topic of the bouquet delivery. “I appreciate the heads-up.”
    “Another reason I called,” he continued, “was because I received an email from Tiffany Ashcroft. Her fiancé does have a preference for their first dance at the reception. It’s called ‘Since I Fell for You.’ Not the Buddy Johnson song, in case you’re familiar with that. It’s from the doo-wop era. I’ll forward her email with the link so you can check it out.”
    “Cool. Anything else?”
    “Nah. I’m kind of beat. I ordered a pizza. I’ll see if I can find a movie on the tube; otherwise, I’ll call it a night and get an early start. Anything new happening with you?”
    “Well, now that you ask, I did receive a special delivery at work today.”
    “Oh, yeah? Like, a book order? CDs?”
    “No, something more organic,” I teased. There was a pause, after which I thought Gary would come clean.
    “Well, that’s nice,” he said. “Oh, it sounds like the pizza is here.”
    “Yes, it was very nice,” I blurted. “It was an anonymous gift, actually.”
    “Oh, really?” Gary said coyly. His voice became strained as he walked about the room. “A fan, perhaps? You should probably get used to that sort of