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

habit."
                  "Lose it. So what about the inhaler?"
                  He shook his head and smiled. "Benzene."
                  "What's benzene?"
                  "It's an industrial chemical. Has a lot of different uses. Only there's something awfully strange going on here."
                  "Stranger than a guy getting poisoned with his own inhaler?"
                  "It's not the method, it's the thing itself. This was added to the inhaler as a powder."
                  "Ok, so?"
                  "So, benzene isn’t found in any powdered form. Our guys can’t figure it out. But there it is in the inhaler, and there it is in Campbell's lung tissue. Someone found a way to make it into a fine powder and put it into the inhaler like that. We're trying to figure it out."
                  "Nowhere on the planet is this stuff found as a solid?"
                  "It melts at around 50 degrees. The inhaler would have to be kept at a constant temperature that was lower than that."
                  "Ok then," I said. "And so the mystery darkens."
                  "You said it. We can’t even figure out a murderer profile. Chemistry student? A genius drug manufacturer like Walter White on Breaking Bad ? We have no clue. All we know is that nothing in the will points to anyone who may have benefitted. It all went to charity."
                  Whoa, hold on.
                  I don’t know how I answered this, but I probably just grunted and then changed the subject. Or maybe I just had a faraway look in my eye and started drooling. All I know is that I now had a serious dilemma: First of all, whatever will he saw was not the one I saw. And second: How on earth do I tell this cop standing here that I forged a letter of introduction and used a fake ID to obtain legal documents?
                  I had no choice but to let it pass.
                  But I was never so right when I said what I said a moment ago: The mystery was now very dark indeed.
     
    #
     
                  I finally got a hold of the Deputy Mayor's office. And I used my patented Madison Darby is craving chocolate and peanut butter and there's no chocolate or peanut butter in the house voice to make them feel very ashamed of themselves for overlooking the winner of the homebrew competition. I said I would be by later that day to pick up the prize money, the certificate with Maisie Ward's name on it, and that I'd be calling soon to see how the negotiations with the Gnome Brewing Company were going so that our winner could be featured in their celebratory six-pack.
                  That chocolate and peanut butter voice works wonders, I found out, when I showed up at the Deputy Mayor's office and the guy behind the reception desk leapt out of his chair once he heard me say my name. He practically handed me the materials on a silver tray.
                  "Tell her the Deputy Mayor says 'congratulations'. And tell her I do too. I was there that day. I'm a homebrewer myself."
                  "Are you now?" I said with a smile.
                  He looked so scared of me I thought he was going to wet himself. "And I'm a fan of your beer."
                  "Well that's very kind of you," I said, really laying on the sweetness.
                  He started to loosen up a bit. "I even cloned one of your recipes pretty well."
                  When he realized what he'd just said, and to whom he said it, his face drained of its last few drops of blood.
                  Perhaps he didn’t realize that cloning a professional's recipe is among the highest compliments a homebrewer can pay. And I told him so. He seemed to relax a bit.
                  I left with Maisie Ward's prizes under my