Real Women Eat Cake: A Yellow Rose Cozy Mystery (Yellow Rose Mystery Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: K. P. Hilton
last people to have talked with Mr. Sanders before he died. We'd like to ask a few questions, see if we can get a lead on who may have killed him. Find out what hours she was at the store yesterday, if she saw anyone suspicious, knows of anyone who could have had a problem with him. That sort of thing.”
Cortez crushed the empty Styrofoam cup in his hands. He appeared to be having a hard time standing in the same room as Martin. He tossed the cup at the waste bin, then watched it bounce off the edge and onto the floor. What remained was an angry cop seemingly not wanting anyone sniffing out his territory, not before he’d claimed it.
“Okay, spill it,” Martin replied.
“What?” Cortez puffed out his chest. “You’ve got a problem with me, Lane?”
“It's your problem with me, isn't it? That series of stories about your brother in Houston that I contributed to. The ones that got him fired from the force for corruption. I only reported the truth, Cortez. What he did, he brought on himself.”
“Let’s try and stay focused on the issue at hand,” O’Brien said, moving between the two. “Tell us what you know, Lane, even if it's only second-hand information.”
O'Brien glared at Martin.
“It’s okay. None of this was meant to stir the pot for all of us,” Martin said, holding his hands out. The gesture didn’t totally go unnoticed. Cortez pushed O’Brien out of his way, moving away from Martin Lane and closer to the room's exit.
Martin's attention went straight to Lieutenant O’Brien, thinking it might be that he knew something when he arrived at the scene of the crime.
“If you guys came along, that means the boys in blue must have stumbled onto something,” Martin said.
O’Brien hooked two fingers in his belt loops and hitched it up his waist.
“There’s already been a search of Toby’s residence. Turns out his wife's missing. One of her suitcases is gone and a drawer was pulled out with clothes scattered about. Looked like someone packed and left in a hurry. There was also a map with some notes regarding Lake Travis lying on the floor. We've got someone scheduled to go out and talk with one of the managers in case she fled there.”
Cortez snorted and chimed in with his own sense of things.
O’Brien dug his finger into Cortez's chest.
“You and I are gonna have a problem if you can’t keep it together, Deputy.”
Cortez smiled, placing a toothpick in the corner of his lip. He looked like he'd taken the last crack that he needed. Martin never understood the joy of tearing another person down. Taking people down a peg was all that mattered, regardless of the cost. It was like a badge of pride or something. The man was painful – like a bone fracture that kept breaking and never healed.
“Well, looks like someone needs to get busy,” Martin said.
“You’ve gotten in the way long enough,” Cortez said." Why don’t you let the professionals take it from here, huh?”
“Is a professional the man who I’m staring at right now?” Martin asked.
“Lane,” O’Brien cautioned.
Though most likely Cortez would have liked nothing more than to knock Martin's lights out, he simply flashed another arrogant half smile as he followed Lieutenant O’Brien out of the of the room.
Chapter 9
Betty had been interviewed by Lieutenant O'Brien. The Q&A had been brief and professionally done. She still wasn't sure why Martin felt he needed to arrive before her, but she'd question him on it later.
In the meantime, Betty had borrowed Martin's phone directory and gotten Arnold Sanders' address. Toby's father apparently lived outside the city limits. She drove over and parked by the curb behind a rusting green Impala. She went up to the front door, which had a latched screen door in front of it. Pushing the button gave her thumb a tingling sensation as a shrill noise emanated inside.
The door
Cortez crushed the empty Styrofoam cup in his hands. He appeared to be having a hard time standing in the same room as Martin. He tossed the cup at the waste bin, then watched it bounce off the edge and onto the floor. What remained was an angry cop seemingly not wanting anyone sniffing out his territory, not before he’d claimed it.
“Okay, spill it,” Martin replied.
“What?” Cortez puffed out his chest. “You’ve got a problem with me, Lane?”
“It's your problem with me, isn't it? That series of stories about your brother in Houston that I contributed to. The ones that got him fired from the force for corruption. I only reported the truth, Cortez. What he did, he brought on himself.”
“Let’s try and stay focused on the issue at hand,” O’Brien said, moving between the two. “Tell us what you know, Lane, even if it's only second-hand information.”
O'Brien glared at Martin.
“It’s okay. None of this was meant to stir the pot for all of us,” Martin said, holding his hands out. The gesture didn’t totally go unnoticed. Cortez pushed O’Brien out of his way, moving away from Martin Lane and closer to the room's exit.
Martin's attention went straight to Lieutenant O’Brien, thinking it might be that he knew something when he arrived at the scene of the crime.
“If you guys came along, that means the boys in blue must have stumbled onto something,” Martin said.
O’Brien hooked two fingers in his belt loops and hitched it up his waist.
“There’s already been a search of Toby’s residence. Turns out his wife's missing. One of her suitcases is gone and a drawer was pulled out with clothes scattered about. Looked like someone packed and left in a hurry. There was also a map with some notes regarding Lake Travis lying on the floor. We've got someone scheduled to go out and talk with one of the managers in case she fled there.”
Cortez snorted and chimed in with his own sense of things.
O’Brien dug his finger into Cortez's chest.
“You and I are gonna have a problem if you can’t keep it together, Deputy.”
Cortez smiled, placing a toothpick in the corner of his lip. He looked like he'd taken the last crack that he needed. Martin never understood the joy of tearing another person down. Taking people down a peg was all that mattered, regardless of the cost. It was like a badge of pride or something. The man was painful – like a bone fracture that kept breaking and never healed.
“Well, looks like someone needs to get busy,” Martin said.
“You’ve gotten in the way long enough,” Cortez said." Why don’t you let the professionals take it from here, huh?”
“Is a professional the man who I’m staring at right now?” Martin asked.
“Lane,” O’Brien cautioned.
Though most likely Cortez would have liked nothing more than to knock Martin's lights out, he simply flashed another arrogant half smile as he followed Lieutenant O’Brien out of the of the room.
Chapter 9
Betty had been interviewed by Lieutenant O'Brien. The Q&A had been brief and professionally done. She still wasn't sure why Martin felt he needed to arrive before her, but she'd question him on it later.
In the meantime, Betty had borrowed Martin's phone directory and gotten Arnold Sanders' address. Toby's father apparently lived outside the city limits. She drove over and parked by the curb behind a rusting green Impala. She went up to the front door, which had a latched screen door in front of it. Pushing the button gave her thumb a tingling sensation as a shrill noise emanated inside.
The door
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