Summer Reading is Killing Me (Phee Jefferson Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

other celebs she covered. Maybe Tessa wanted to help sell more papers
and knew Elody was the hottest club girl of the
moment. Maybe she had a personal grudge against Elody .
Either way, scandals and gossip sold more papers.
    My cell phone blasted Prince’s Purple Rain ,
the ring tone for Juliet. Ugh! “Sorry I forgot to call!”
    “You’re a terrible sister! I’ve been on pins and
needles all evening waiting to find out what happened with you and Grant. Did
you make up? Did he beg for forgiveness? Is Clint going to hunt him down like a
wrathful warrior and avenge his woman?” Juliet drew in a deep breath and before
she could continue her inquisition, I interrupted her.
    “A. We made up. B. Grant said he was sorry, but so
am I. I’ve been an awful friend to him, and now he’s moving away. C. Wrathful
warrior? Really? Where do you get this stuff? I need to give you better books
to read next time you come to the library. It sounds like a line from a regency
romance. All I have to say is gross!”
    “ Hmmf ! I’m not sorry
Grant is leaving. He makes everyone uncomfortable. No one knows what to say to
him. Do we ask about his mom? Do we ask how he is? It opens up a can of night
crawlers and nobody wants to deal with it. Clint wasn’t upset? He is way too
controlled with his emotions. I like my men like I like my salsa, fiery and
hot,” Juliet giggled. She loved Clint like a big brother, but she still liked
to have a bit of drama now and then. She was in a steady relationship with
Wade, so she didn’t have all the man drama trauma anymore.
    “I told you he wouldn’t be mad, and I was right.
He is amazing and perfect in every way. I’ve been waiting months for a horrible
bad habit or tic to make him less than flawless, but. . . nada. If I lived with
him, I would probably find out that he picks his toes with his dinner fork or
something else disgusting, but so far, no toe pick,” I said.
    “You are so weird sometimes, but I love you,”
Juliet laughed. “Now I have an image of sitting at your kitchen table while
Clint cleans his toes burned into my memory. Thanks. I won’t eat dinner with
you ever again.”
    “You are so welcome. I aim to please! I’ve been
digging up the dirt on our victim. She’s Elody Campbell, Senator Campbell’s daughter.”
    “I heard that earlier this evening when Wade and I
ate at Mimi’s. It was all anyone could talk about everywhere Wade and I went,”
Juliet said. “I can’t believe you didn’t recognize her.”
    “ Puhlease ! Like I read
the tabloids. I spent the evening searching the internet for recent pictures
and articles about her. Did you know she dated an artist named Jay Burns?
According to one article, he’s a low-level thug with a criminal record.
He  could have killed her in a fit of passion,” I theorized. I grabbed out
a notepad and pen and wrote down names of the people connected to Elody .
    “Maybe,” Juliet agreed, “but don’t jump to
conclusions because of a celebrity gossip article.” 
    “I realize that, silly. I’m the murder mystery
maven of the library stacks. I’m just throwing out ideas and seeing what
sticks. Possibly someone on the Senator’s staff doing damage control? Or maybe
the Senator himself?” I thought about the implications of Senator Campbell
being a murderer. According to the political rumor mill, he planned to run for
president. What lengths would he or those close to him go to ensure his nomination?
I wrote his name down on my list and added Camp Campbell underneath for his
staff. 
    “We can sit here and speculate until the owl
hoots, or we could do a little investigating ourselves. I’ll call the community
center at the lake tomorrow and see if I can do a few yoga classes for the
artists at the retreat. While I’m doing mountain pose, I can scope out our
suspect pool. I’ll find out what Elody was doing in
Miller’s Cove and who knew her,” Juliet said. 
    “I’ll go with you. I can do a little nosing