Donald's Death (Cara Daniels Cozy Mystery Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

lovely to see you again so soon! And you’ve brought your own clubs. Do you
want to go on the driving range or the golf course?”
    Cara saw Donald walk out of his office.
Her breath caught as she noticed the black line around him was even thicker.
    Gran must have noticed Donald too
because she said, “I think we’ll have a tea first, wake ourselves up a bit. Can
we order two teas, please?”
    “Of course. You sit down, I’ll bring
them over.”
    Gran and Cara walked past Jason as he
moved some golf clubs from a side shelf and laid them on top of a golf trolley
that was already supporting a full golf bag.
    Donald Ackroyd gave them a friendly nod
as they headed towards a table.
    Everyone jumped as a loud crashing
noise sounded out.
    Donald cried out, “For goodness’ sake,
Jason! What have you done now?”
    Jason looked down at the mess on the
floor. The trolley had fallen over and golf clubs were scattered around the
floor. Golf balls ran freely around the toppled golf equipment. Jason mumbled,
“I was trying to make the display look better.”
    “Do you know how much those clubs are
worth? More than your weekly wage!” Donald threw his hands up. “I’ve a good
mind to sack you!”
    Jason’s head whipped around. “Then why
don’t you? I hate this job, I’m only doing it so Mum stops nagging me. You’re always
accusing me of something, like you did yesterday!”
    Donald put his hands on his hips. In a
quieter tone he said, “This isn’t the time or place to talk about our private
conversation yesterday.”
    Jason looked over at Emma and yelled,
“Do you know what he accused me of yesterday? Stealing! He said I was taking
cash from the register. And that I was pinching golf clubs! As if I’d do that!”
He paused and gave a small shrug. “I might have given my mates a few free games.
But I’d never steal money or golf clubs!”
    Gran and Cara shared a look. Is that
what Jason had been up to?
    Donald sighed. “It was a
misunderstanding. Things have gone missing and I merely asked if you knew
anything about it. I wasn’t accusing you.”
    Jason folded his arms. “You were.”
    Donald shook his head. “Think what you
like. If you want to keep your job, clean this mess up and then get out on the
driving range to collect balls.”
    Jason stuck his chin out. “Are you sure
you trust me to drive the truck? Aren’t you worried I’m going to steal it?”
    Donald gave him a wry smile. “You won’t
get very far, it only goes ten miles an hour. It’s designed for picking up golf
balls, not speeding down the motorway.”
    Jason dropped his arms and mumbled,
“Whatever.” He turned back to the display and began to pick up the balls.
    Donald mouthed an apology to Cara and
Gran as he walked back into his office and closed the door.
    Gran moved her head closer to Cara’s
and said, “Look at Jason’s face.”
    A chill shot down Cara’s back as she
saw that Jason’s face was twisted with hate.
    Emma brought the teas over. For once,
she wasn’t smiling. “I’m so sorry that you had to see that. Jason’s a good lad,
he would never steal anything. He hangs out with some dubious people though.”
    They watched Emma as she walked over to
Jason and helped him tidy up the display. They heard the mutter of talk but
couldn’t make out what was being said. After a few minutes Jason headed towards
a door that was marked ‘Golf Range Access’.
    Cara said, “Oh, I’ve just remembered
something. That shouting man yesterday, Gregory Templeton, I signed up to his
site as you asked and …”
    The man himself burst into the golf
centre. His fists were clenched and his face was red with rage. He thundered,
“Where is he? Where’s Donald Ackroyd! I’m going to kill him with my bare
hands!”
    Cara continued, “He didn’t win
yesterday.”
    Gregory stormed up to the counter and
banged his fist on it. He shouted at Emma, “Where is he? I want to see him
now!”
    Emma took a step back. “Please, Mr
Templeton,