Double Dip Dilemma: A Cozy Mystery (Caesars Creek Mystery Series Book 5) Read Online Free PDF Page A

door for him.
     
    “What do we owe this fine visit?” I asked.
     
    Charlie zoomed through the door and up to the ice cream case. “You got any non-dairy ice cream?”
     
    Stormi looked at him sideways. “Are you pulling my leg?”
     
    A smile spread across Charlie’s face. “I’m gonna smack you one of these days Charlie!”
     
    “I might like that.”
     
    I had to stifle a giggle.
     
    “Naw, just give me a cup of coffee if you would sweetie…with cream.”
     
    “Stormi put her hands on her hips. “Now you do realize that creamer has dairy in it, right.”
     
    “Of course it does,” Charlie replied. Oh, this was getting better and better.
     
    I could tell Stormi was getting exasperated. “But you said you can’t eat dairy.”
     
    “No I can’t eat it,” Charlie said. “But I can drink it.”
     
    Stormi threw her hands up, turned around, and grabbed a cup to pour the coffee in.
     
    Charlie looked at me and motioned for me to come closer. “I like to get her going,” he chuckled. “Thing is, I can’t eat a lot of dairy, but a teaspoon in my coffee doesn’t bother me.”
     
    “We don’t need to tell her that,” I smiled.
     
    Charlie nodded in agreement. He rolled to a nearby table and I sat down with him. Stormi brought over his coffee and joined us. Sammy took care of the few customers that dwindled in. We talked about the concert and how his son and daughter in law and grandkids were coming down for Thanksgiving. Then the talk turned to the accident.
     
    Charlie leaned back in his wheelchair. “Have they figured out what happened? I saw in the paper they think there was foul play involved.”
     
    “Now Greg didn’t tell me anything, but Tara and I think someone messed with the brake line because Mrs. Morgan kept saying she didn’t have any brakes. She’s now saying she didn’t have any control over the steering as well and that’s why she wrecked into the parked SUV.”
     
    Charlie scratched his chin. “That’s odd.”
     
    “Why do you say that Charlie?” I asked.
     
    “Well, I was watching the vehicle as it came down the road. There were no other cars parked down the street except the one SUV in front of the hardware store. It was early and not many places were open yet.”
     
    Stormi was getting impatient. “Yes…go on.”
     
    “So, I was watching and I could see inside that it was a woman driving. All of a sudden, I saw her pull the steering wheel to the right. She plowed that car right into the parked SUV like she meant to do it.”
     
    Stormi slapped her leg. “I knew it! She set this whole thing up! Wait a minute…Charlie, why didn’t you tell the police?”
     
    Charlie shrugged his shoulders. “No one asked.”
     
    Stormi gave him the wide eye look. “Lord have mercy. Okay, I’m calling Greg.” She pointed a finger at Charlie. “And you aren’t going anywhere Mister.”
     
    “Yes Maam,” he answered as she went to find her cell phone. He leaned over to me and said, “She’s cute when she’s worked up.”
     
    I got up and slapped him lightly on the arm. “And you know just how to get her worked up.”
     
    The last customer walked out of the shoppe and Sammy came over to me. “I was trying to listen. Did I hear that right? Charlie saw Mrs. Morgan steer into the SUV?”
     
    I nodded. “Yes that’s what he said.”
     
    The shoppe door opened and in walked Bruce. “Charlie my man. How you doing?”
     
    Stormi marched back into the shoppe from the back room. “He’s been telling us that Mrs. Morgan steered straight into that SUV.”
     
    Bruce took a chair by Charlie. “Is that right?”
     
    Charlie opened his mouth to say something but he was way too slow.
     
    “Yes that’s right,” Stormi interjected. “I’m telling you all right now that woman planned the entire show to blame it on her stepson.”
     
    “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves Stormi,” I said. “There could be more to this story.”
     
    At that moment, the