Murder and a Song (A Pattie Lansbury Cat Cozy Mystery Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

belligerent
attitude, slumping in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest.  Pattie swore that he even stuck out his
bottom lip a little.

                “Let’s
start at the beginning, shall we?” Pattie suggested, taking out her notepad.
“What can you tell me about Mister Widmore’s relationship with Ms Carter?”

                “I
dunno.  Nothing, really.”

                “Had
they grown close?”

                “It’d
only been like a day.  So not really.”

                “Did
any one of you have any altercation with Daryl Hardy?  What about Mister Widmore?  Did they have any reason to be angry with one
another?”

                “Harry?  I dunno. 
Not that I noticed.”

                Pattie
sighed inwardly.  This was going to take
longer than she thought.

                Another
twenty minutes later, she hadn’t gotten any new information from Toby.  Pattie was a great believer that if you took
three people and put them in separate rooms, their stories would soon start to
diverge.  But Toby had little to say on
the matter and remained obstinate.

                “Where
do you think Mister Widmore could have gone to?” asked Pattie.

                “I
dunno.  I’m not his keeper.  He was gone by early this morning.  Didn’t take any of his stuff.  Didn’t take the van.  If he’d gone to wash he would have been back
by now, and he wouldn’t have gone to one of the stages without asking us first.  We talked over the festival schedule last
night and agreed there was nothing we were bothered about seeing until ten
o’clock.  Which was half an hour ago –
thanks for that.”

                “I’m
only assisting with the investigation, not in charge of it,” Pattie replied
curtly.  If there’s one thing that rubbed
her up the wrong way, it was sarcasm. “Had Mister Widmore ever committed a
crime?  Did he ever get violent?”

                “No
more than the rest of us,” Toby replied flatly.

                “Do
you think that he was capable of murder?” she asked.

                Toby
shrugged. “No more than the rest of us. 
Can I go now?  Are we finished?”

                Pattie
could see that she was getting nowhere. 
She stifled a sigh and took out the Polaroid of the farmer’s cat.
“Where’s the kitty?”

                “I
dunno.  It didn’t come back this
morning.  I guess it found somewhere else
to get fed.”

Chapter 10

    “Get anything out of them?” asked D.C.
Downey over the phone.

                Pattie
swapped the mobile to her good ear. “Nothing useful.  Constable Palmer says the other two were less
than co-operative too.  I’m not sure what
else to do with them.  Perhaps a grilling
down at the station?”

                “We’ve
got their home addresses, and they seem more concerned about their stupid
festival than anything else.  Let’s see
if our man Harry Widmore turns up again. 
If not, we know where to find the others.”

                “Alright.  Please keep me informed, Thomas.  This one is going to keep me awake.”

                “You
bet, Mrs Lansbury.  Stay safe.”

                Pattie
had just come back from another visit to Seth MacGowan’s farm.  She’d spoken to Elaine and persuaded her to
part with one of O’Malley’s favourite toys. 
Pattie had an idea.

                When
she got home, she put the kettle on and greeted Simba, who purred and butted
her until the kettle began to whistle. 
Pattie might have given in and gotten a mobile phone, but she’d never
stop using the stove to warm her water. 
She made herself some Lady Grey tea and sat in the lounge waiting for
Tyson to show up.

                Tyson
was a handsome stripy blue moggy that she’d adopted three