MURDER on the ROCKS (Allie Griffin Mysteries Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

instead of you. You said she normally had yoga on Wednesday nights. So he finds her here and she invites him in. They argue a bit. She turns around, and wham!"
                  She looked at him, once again, self-aware. "Sorry. Anyway, it's just a theory with a lot of assumptions. But I think it holds up better than yours. Unless there's something you’re not telling me?"
                  He took a long, hard breath and put his head into his hands. " Oh God ," he whimpered, " I paid the guy ."
                  "Oh, Bennett."
                  He picked his head up, a perfect picture of mental anguish creeping out through the skin. "Two days after I saw you; the day after she confessed. I thought if I paid him off that would be it. We'd be free to put it all behind us. I hated the whole thing. It was all anonymous and... sleazy . It was in the middle of the night in some alleyway on Cherry Street in Burlington. He pulled up in a car; and then would you believe he actually sent some kid out, a ten year-old boy, to collect it? Now what am I gonna do to a kid, right? I still remember his little blue cap and those glasses of his. You know, with the black rims? Like what Woody Allen used to wear? Whoever the guy was, he stayed in the car and waited. I gave the money to the kid and that was that. Nothing was spoken. No signs or gestures. All I saw were headlights. I paid the kid and it was done."
                  "Were there any more exchanges thereafter?"
                  "None."
                  "Level with me, Bennett."
                  "I'm telling you the truth."
                  "Twenty-five grand?"
                  He nodded slowly. "Yup."
                  "None of it was marked?"
                  "What? No."
                  "Just asking." She sighed, her mind racing. "Well then, I suppose the next thing to do would be to start asking around the quarry, see if anyone's been throwing money around."
                  "I know this guy's not the brightest bulb – you can tell that from his letter – but he's not so stupid as to out himself like that."
                  "He could be. But you're right. Either way, we need to dig a bit."
                  He rubbed his forehead. "I suppose. Do what you have to do."
                  "I'm going to conduct some interviews. I'll let you know what’s going on. Oh, Bennett, before I forget: Where did your wife get her shoes?"
                  "Her shoes?"
                  "You said she had quite a collection."
                  He rolled his eyes. "Yeah. More of an obsession than a collection. There's a place up in Burlington she went to that made shoes custom."
                  "Burlington. Ok, just wondering. It's a girl thing, you know."
                  "I guess it is."
                  He picked up her coat and held it open for her. After thanking him and doling out some feeble pleasantries, she stepped out into the chilly air. A thick smell of wood smoke hit her and she braced herself against the wind that was beginning to pick up. The cloud cover blanketed darkness over everything.
                  And then she thought about a car in an alley on Cherry Street.

7.
     
                  "Are you going to buy that dress," said Delaney Collins, "or did you just come here to see how everything looks under your chin?"
                  They were in J'aime, a high-end clothing boutique in Burlington.
                  "I don’t know. Things like this make me look hippy."
                  "That's because you have hips."
                  Allie shot a look at her friend. "Thanks."
                  "It's nothing to be ashamed of."
                  Allie put