Lethal Little Lies (Jubilant Falls Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

outstretched hand.
              “How’s your dad?” he asked her as she opened the conference room door.
                  “He’s getting up there, a little arthritic, but still living in that house, puttering around the garden,” she said quietly as they stepped outside. “Tell Gary I said hello.”
                  Gary McGinnis was the assistant police chief and a good friend of Addison’s.
    I laid my head down on the polished table. How could they stand there and chat when Kay’s life was in danger? The conversation dropped to whispers and I heard the door shut.
                  The kids. I had to call the kids and let them know. I sat up and fished my cell phone from inside my jacket pocket. I was scrolling through the phone numbers when Addison walked back in.
                  “Sorry about that,” she said. “Listen, you know we really need to do a story and get it up on the Web site right away.”
                  “I know.”
                  “Maybe somebody saw her. It could help us find her.”
                  “Yeah.”
                  “I’ll do this one and then give Graham a call. He’ll need to follow this up.”
                  I nodded.
                  “I need to go call my kids,” I said.
                  “I’ll do up a rough draft and let you look it over before we send it. I’ll leave you alone.” Addison reached over and touched my arm, then left, shutting the door quietly behind her.
                  I flipped open the phone again.
                  Andrew’s home number was first on the list.
                  Andrew was beginning his career as a new first lieutenant in the air force, following his graduation from the Air Force Academy. Like his late father, the Major, he followed him into the wild blue yonder with a year of undergraduate pilot training.
                  He was now settling into his first assignment. His mother privately sighed in relief that, unlike his father, he was flying an unmanned Predator drone from a blank-looking building somewhere in the Las Vegas desert and going home safe after each shift. She would never worry that he would be shot down over hostile skies or auger into the side of a hill, that his wife would receive that same knock on the door she had gotten when his father’s fighter plane became a coffin. Andrew was, like the Major, tall, gregarious and a ladies’ man.
                  There was no answer there or on his cell phone. I didn’t know what kind of hours he worked. That was one of the oddities of this war. He was as good as deployed—during his shift. At the end of the day, he got in his car and drove back to his apartment. He’d told us in the event of an emergency to call the Red Cross or family support at Symington Air Force Base in nearby Collitstown. It would take me a little bit to find those numbers, so instead I scrolled down to Lillian’s number.
                  Lillian attended Barnard, studying French literature and language. She’d just started her senior year and she and her boyfriend, a WASP-y young man with the pompous name of Bronson Atwater, were going to Paris for a month over the holiday break. He’d come into some trust fund cash and was footing the bill.
                  Ironically, Lilly’s education brought out the Marian in her. Like her father, she was tall, her hair strawberry blonde. Like her grandmother, she was haughty and a bit of a snob, convinced there wouldn’t be any opportunities for social climbing here in Jubilant Falls. Her mother and I hoped this young man would make it through grad school in record time in order to take her off our hands and provide her the lifestyle she believed she deserved.
                  “Well hello, Father!” Lillian’s voice was