Death is Long Overdue (Phee Jefferson Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

pair of dusty cowboy boots and a forest green shirt that made his eyes appear even greener.  My heart beat a little faster.
    "I was just getting ready to watch a movie.  Come on into the kitchen while I make some popcorn."  I walked with as much dignity as I could muster while little skunk tails trailed behind my feet.  I opened the cupboard and pulled out a pan.  I poured some oil into it and turned on the stove. "Would you like something to drink?"
    "Do you have any coffee?  It's been a really long day, and I am beat."  He settled onto one of my kitchen chairs.  I began to scoop coffee into my Sunbeam percolator.
    "Why do you do that?"  Clint asked.  I plugged in the pot. I grabbed a bag of popcorn as the oil in the pan started to sizzle.  I placed one kernel of corn in the pan and waited for it to pop.
    "Do what?" I asked.  The kernel soon popped up and out of the pan.  I quickly poured more corn in and covered the pan with a lid.  The pings of the kernels as they exploded inside the pan soon echoed throughout the kitchen.  I shook the pan to keep them from burning.
    "Why is everything in your house old?  A percolator instead of a new coffeepot.  An old refrigerator.  Making popcorn on the stove instead of in the microwave like the rest of the world." Clint gestured towards the stove.
    "I guess I just like vintage things.  Everything in the world moves really fast these days.  I think that’s why I love books so much, too.  Everyone wants things to be like a sitcom nowadays.  They want instant gratification and their problems solved in 30 minutes.  In novels, you get to know the characters.  The stories take time to develop.  You can put the book down and come back to it later and be in that world again.  With TV, once that half hour or hour is over, that's it.  To me, things that take time just seem better."  I shrugged and gave the pan a last shake and pulled it off the stove.  The percolator gave its final perk.  I poured coffee into the mugs and placed one on the table in front of Clint.   He took a slow sip.
    "You might be right about the coffee at least.  This is the best cup I've had in a long time."  He settled back into his seat and took another sip. "The preliminary results are in on Huey Long which is why I am here.  Estimated time of death was around 5 p.m. That puts you in the clear since you were seen leaving the library with Juliet at 5 p.m., and everyone in town knows you always have dinner at Mimi's Restaurant with your sister on Thursday night."
    "Great.  I am so glad my boring, predictable life gives me an alibi," I said as I dumped the popcorn in a bowl.  I grabbed a few pieces and popped them into my mouth.  Delicious.  There was nothing better than fresh popped popcorn.
    "You're not boring, Phee.  You are dependable, and you care about your family.  That's a good thing," Clint replied and grabbed a handful of popcorn as I sat down next to him.
    "What about his...you know....his..." I blushed as I tried to ask about the "state" of Huey when I found him.
    Clint smiled at my discomfort. "Well, yes. There was that.  It seems like Huey Long had an online love affair going with a woman in the Ukraine.  They had a standing "date" night on Thursday which accounts for him being naked.  As for the other thing, we found a newly filled bottle of Viagra in the bathroom with three pills missing.  It appears he wanted to last an extra-long time for Natasha.  We found out quite a bit through his internet chat history and his credit card bill with a repeated $250 charge every Thursday to Hot Ukrainian Chicks dot com.  That's all we know for now but at least that puts you in the clear.  I may have to arrest you for killing skunks out of season to make those slippers though."
    "Very funny.  That’s pretty disgusting about Huey and his Internet love affair. I need to burn that image out of my mind.  Huey Long and his lady love doing a computer sex chat. Gross!"  I shook