Grilled Rye Murder: Book 16 in The Darling Deli Series Read Online Free PDF

woman admitted. “The only thing I could think of was the same thing David had already thought of—try to find a bond agency.”
    “Well, thankfully it wasn’t needed. Apparently, someone anonymous paid the bail on my behalf.”
    “Wow,” Candice said, her eyes going wide. “That’s a lot of money. You don’t have any clue who did it?”
    “Nope. Who all knew about it?”
    “Well, everyone at the deli,” her daughter said. “I was hanging out with Allison when David called, and I didn’t think to ask her not to tell the others.”
    “Plus me, and probably a few people at the police station,” David added. “It’s not exactly a small pool of people to choose from.”
    “I don’t see how anyone working at the police station or the deli could afford that sort of payment,” Moira said. “Wait… David, did you…?”
    The private investigator grinned. “I wish I could take the credit for it, but no. Unfortunately, I don’t have any secret riches hidden away somewhere. What you see is what you get.”
    “That’s more than enough for me,” the deli owner said with a smile. He kissed her, a quick brush of his lips against hers.
    “Eww,” Candice said, wrinkling her nose. “At least wait until I’m gone to do that. You’re awesome, David, but I still don’t want to see you and my mom kiss.”
    “Sorry,” he said with a chuckle. “I should get going, actually. I’m going to spend the rest of the day seeing what I can dig up on Zander Marsh. The guy was a rising star in the microbrewery world—maybe he stepped on some toes in his journey towards the top.”
    “Let me know if you find anything?”
    “Of course.”
    She smiled, glad that he wasn’t going to try to wall her out of the investigation as he had done in the past. “I’ll follow you outside so I can kiss you goodbye without offending my dear daughter.”
    Candice rolled her eyes, and Moira laughed. The last two days had been a challenge, but she certainly had an amazing support system to help her through it.
     

CHAPTER SIX
    At the deli the next morning, Moira was faced with an unpleasant surprise. A news van was waiting in the parking lot, and the cameraman and reporter were standing right outside the locked front doors. Somehow they must have found out about her arrest. The only question was; how much did they know?
    “Ms. Darling?” the reporter said, rushing forward as she opened her car door. “My name is Brendan Anaheim. I’d love the chance to interview you about your recent arrest and subsequent release. I work for Beyond News, an up-and-coming local station. We bring in stories from Traverse City all the way up to Mackinaw City. A story like this would turn Maple Creek from a sleepy tourist town into the hot spot of the year.”
    “I’m sorry,” Moira told him. “But I really need to get inside and start working.” She looked over at the cameraman, not sure whether he was recording or not. The last thing she wanted was to be on the evening news.
    “It will only take a moment, Ms. Darling. Just imagine the headlines! Fifty-Year-Old Woman Brutally Kills Farmer: Who’s Next? We would get thousands of viewers. You’d become famous overnight.”
    “I’m not fifty,” the deli owner snapped, losing patience with the man. “And I didn’t kill him.” She made to step around him, but he backpedaled, keeping himself between her and the deli door.
    “So you’re going to claim innocence? Even better! Let the viewers hear your side of the story. Let the public hear the truth!”
    He was the most exuberant man that she had ever met, and she was sure that whatever she told him would be twisted to match what he wanted his viewers to see… but still, what he said gave her pause. Maybe it would be a good idea to get her side of the story out there, especially if rumors that she had killed Zander were going around already.
    “I’ll think about it,” she told him at last. “But right now, I really do need to get to