Chilled in Chattanooga (A Trixie Montgomery Cozy Mystery Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

murder and mayhem guaranteed I’d become Georgia by the Way’s police reporter by default before long. I shuddered.
    The gray day matched my mood. The bed and breakfast that had appeared stately, now seemed forlorn – a place destined to host death. I waited anxiously for Dee Dee and Nana to show up until they zipped up in a green Ford Fiesta. The little car stuck out like a lime in a basket of lemons.
    Dee Dee exited the little car and scooted inside the passenger side of my P.T. Cruiser. “Brrr, it’s cold enough out there to make a snowman shiver.” She slammed the door and looked at me with her brown hang dog eyes. “Oh, Trixie, I’m so sorry. Come get in my car, it’s already warmed up, and you can tell us all about it.” She grabbed my camera and pocketbook, “Is there anything else you need?”
    “No, I can come back later for more things. Where in the world did you get that car?”
    “Don’t worry, the color grows on ya’. It was the only one left at the rental place. You ought to see all the looks thrown our way. Nana loves it – she waves at all the men, but I’m not sure if they’re seeing her or wondering if we’re advertising Vlasic pickles. Knowing Nana she probably thinks they’re staring at her. I didn’t tell her any different.” Dee Dee offered me a silly grin. I appreciated the attempt to cheer me up.
    Nana sat in the front seat, so I slid into the back. My knee ached, so I gave it a brisk rub. The cold didn’t help. Nana turned around, and called me her pet name that drew more tears. “Sugah, I’m sorry this happened. Now tell us what we need to do.” Because we’d helped solve three previous murders, Nana had bragged to her friends that now we qualified as full-blown detectives. “Start from the beginning and don’t leave anything out.”
    “How about we go get something to eat first? I haven’t had anything since last night. I could eat a bear.”
    “Are you up for Sticky Fingers?” Dee Dee threw the pickle-mobile into gear.
    “I’m not very hungry, but I’m sure I could eat a little,” Nana said.
    “I think she was asking me, Nana.” When it came to food, Nana could out eat both of us.
    We drove through beautiful downtown Chattanooga toward Broad Street. The historic buildings stood towering over the city. Even though it was a cold day, tourists strolled the sidewalks of downtown. We were lucky to find a parallel parking space close to the famous restaurant.
    Couples holding hands, and families bundled in coats and scarves wove in and out of the various stores and restaurants. Children held treasures they had acquired from the gift shops that lined the streets. I turned my head at the clip-clop of hooves on pavement to see a horse drawn carriage with a young couple snuggling in the back seat. The pit of my stomach felt emptier; my distance from Beau greater than before. Yes, I was hungry, but this ache came from missing Beau.
    “Ugh!” I bumped into someone as solid as a bear.
    “Hey, why don’t you watch where you’re going,” yelled my victim.
    “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to run into you.” His eyes shot daggers at me.
    “Well, he didn’t have to be so rude,” Dee Dee said.
    Nana grabbed my elbow. “Let’s get off the street where you’re a menace and find out why you keep turning up dead people.”
    Heads turned at her remark, and we hastily entered the restaurant behind a family with four small children. They were having a little trouble keeping the active youngsters in tow.
    The hostess approached. “How many please?”
    “Three. How long is the wait?”
    The young girl awarded us with a broad smile revealing a set of shiny braces. “You won’t have to wait at all.” She grabbed three menus and packs of tableware and motioned for us to follow her. “Come this way. Your waitress will be Jenny. Could I take your drink order while you wait?” It was unanimous. Sweet iced tea all the way around.
    After she left, Nana leaned in