Murder With A Chaser (Microbrewery Mysteries Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

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                  "What are you thinking?" said Tanya. I hadn’t realized I'd been sitting there focusing on this thing for a while.
                  "I'm not sure."
                  "Well you certainly are thinking a long time on something you aren’t sure of."
                  I shook my head. "It's just that I can’t seem to figure it out: if he was poisoned, how did the poison get into his system? It couldn’t have been inside the beer, because we all had it. But it could have been in here." I held up the inhaler. "Someone could have tampered with his medicine and put something nasty in there. I need to find out what forensics found in his system."             
                  I took the inhaler into the house and sealed it into a plastic baggie, to keep it for reference. I called Detective Lester Moore and let him know about what I'd found. Then Tanya and I collected up the remaining trash, retaining the separation of the piles as best as we could, and placed them gingerly into our trash bin. We placed the dreaded Other pile into a separate bin all its own.
                  Then I took a shower, got ready, and left for work.
                  When I got there, my cousin Gerry, our Master Brewer, was having some sort of fit over something or other. It was going to be an interesting day.
                 
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                  "The batch is ruined! The entire batch!"
                  Gerry was beside himself; his big, burly figure was bouncing around like a dancer, and he was waving his arms like some sort of crazed primate. Apparently, from what I could figure, we had an Old Ale aging for about three months in oak barrels. Gerry was saying that it was spoiled because temperatures in the storage room had not been consistent.
                  "Calm down," I said. "Are you sure it's ruined?"
                  "You taste it!" he said, his red face nearly awash in tears. He handed me a sampling glass.
                  While I wouldn’t call it ruined, I wouldn’t have served this beer to anyone. My heart sank as I saw a big bunch of numbers in the air – monetary values – clicking away, increasing with every pint of this stuff we couldn’t sell.
                  Something you learn very quickly as a business owner, small or big, is how to deal with the unexpected – because everything is unexpected.
                  "Ok," I said, modulating my voice to hostage negotiator tones, "I need you to calm down. Go outside, breath some air. I'll handle this."
                  "Two months of fermentation…three months of aging! Five months literally down the drain!"
                  "I'll handle it," I said. "Go outside. Take a breather."
                  He left the building and I paced for a moment. I looked up and my employees, all six of them, were staring at me as if I was the director of a film.
                  "I'll be in my office if anyone needs me. In the meantime, I know you all have things to do."
                  Slowly they dispersed and went back to their tasks. I went to my office and closed the door behind me. Then I sat down at my desk and put my head in my hands. One-fifth of our line was down. I had to think of something to do that would make up for it.
                 

Chapter 5
                  "Hey man," said Lester Moore, "great catch on that inhaler."
                  We were taking a walk along the same beach that we had first met on when he rescued me from an attack of seagulls that I still hadn't gotten over.
                  "Again with the man?" I said, masking my real annoyance with fake annoyance. "You do realize I'm a woman, right?"
                  "Come on," he said. "It's a