Death Loved A Woman (Happy Holloway Mystery Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

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    His fingers curled into fists at his sides. Annie hoped he wouldn’t get so riled up he’d hit the sheriff or even Mr. Witman. She hadn’t missed the superiority that rolled off the older man and the satisfaction he displayed when he heard Genton’s name. Here was a man confident that he would get the decision he wanted out of Judge Genton.
    Flynn rolled his shoulders and tried to calm down. “I still don’t understand why you jumped straight to the conclusion BJ is guilty. They were together and engaged. She has no motive.”
    “There’s the money from his grandmother.” The young man in the corner was the one to speak first. He’d said his grandmother, Annie noted. Not our . Were they not related after all?
    “Right,” Flynn agreed, “but Wesley hasn’t come into that inheritance yet. Even if BJ did want him for his money, she’d be stupid to kill him now.”
    Several faces registered this fact with confusion.
    The sheriff pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and ran it over his head. “Except that Ms. Stanford claims she and Wesley were married three days ago.”
    Flynn, Mr. Witman, Mrs. Witman and the possible brother all paled, eyes widening in shock.
    “What was that?” the young man demanded.
    The sheriff scowled at him. “I said, Barbara Jean claims she married Wesley three days ago. I’ll be contacting the county clerk when that office opens later this morning to see if a license has been issued. Unfortunately, Ms. Stanford couldn’t find the marriage license to show it to me.”
    No one spoke for a few minutes, and then the young man burst out laughing.
    “Mark, stop laughing this instant,” Mrs. Witman demanded.
    He stopped, but the grin remained on his face. “Wesley didn’t marry her, but she’s trying to claim he did so she can get the money. That’s funny. Did she think she could get it without showing any proof?”
    “It would be better for her if she didn’t marry him,” Flynn muttered.
    Annie’s heart constricted on Flynn’s behalf. Obviously from his reaction, the same as everyone else’s, he didn’t know Barbara Jean married Wesley. That is, if she did and she wasn’t just saying so. Flynn cared about the woman who didn’t deserve his love.
    After their conversation outside the firehouse, Annie couldn’t say she knew Barbara Jean very well. Barbara Jean came across as an opportunistic type. Annie would never again assume a person wouldn’t kill. What she thought she knew was proven wrong in the last few months.
    If Barbara Jean married Wesley, she had motive to kill him. Was she silly enough to do it days after they were married and leave herself open to being accused? That was another story.
    Sheriff Appleton swung to face Flynn. He appeared not to have slept any better than Annie did the night before, with his red eyes and heavy bags under them. “Flynn Aikens. Everyone knows you’ve had a on and off relationship with Ms. Stanford for years.”
    Flynn reddened. “Yeah, so?”
    “So, where were you last night?”
    Flynn folded his arms over his chest. “Is that when he died?”
    “I’m asking the questions here,” the sheriff snapped.
    “I was…” Flynn hesitated and looked at Annie. She nodded. “I was with Annie.”
    “Annie?”
    Flynn indicated Annie at his side. “This is Annie Holloway, a friend.”
    The sheriff studied Annie with piercing eyes. She had the feeling he was cleverer than Detective Lawson back in Amberlon. Before long, he would get to the bottom of who killed Wesley, and she could stay out of it.
    “You were with her all night?” the sheriff demanded.
    Annie colored. Normally, she didn’t mind being the center of attention. In this case, with everyone thinking what she knew they were, a hint of embarrassment washed over her. If she shouted out that all they did was watch old movies, she’d sound like a teenager.
    “Yes, all night,” Flynn said. She peeked at his face and saw no such shame. Flynn didn’t care what