Cadaver at the Con by Winnie Reed : Cozy Mystery (Cape Hope Mysteries Book 3)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 304 Kb
Cadaver at the Con :Conferences can be murder…
Emma’s boss has sent her to a conference. All expenses paid. How great is that? It was great until her mother’s best friends show up as attendees to make sure she doesn’t get herself into any trouble. What? It’s not like that’s their only mission. The conference is at a casino and they love their slots. Not to mention they love the keynote speaker. It was great until a mysterious shady man shows up, harassing the keynote speaker and another author. That shouldn’t really involve Emma. And it doesn’t. Until a trip to the swimming pool turns up a dead body.
Of course, wouldn’t you know it, the detective in charge is Detective McHottie. And he’s got his eye on a suspect. Luckily, this time, it’s not Emma. Unfortunately, it’s a new author that Emma’s become quite a fan of. Not to mention, Emma’s convinced this debuting author did not kill the dead guy in the pool.
Emma’s got her hands full, what with her mom’s best friends always on her heels, a killer on the loose, and of course, trying to keep out of Detective McHottie’s way. And thoroughly failing.
“This was the second such disappointment she’d faced in the last few weeks. Nate Patterson, whose bed and breakfast was on the verge of opening in mere days, was too busy to pursue a relationship. Raina had practically drooled over him as a kid and still had a thing for him, but it just wasn’t the right time. And now, this.
“I’m sorry, babe,” I sighed. “You’re the total package. He’s an idiot and I hate him and now he’s Pitiful Paolo. That’s his name.”
She tried not to giggle, but she failed. “That works.”
“And he’s pathetic, too, because he’s too stupid to see that he needs to lock you down, stat. You’re the sort of girl who comes along once in a lifetime.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re my friend.”
“Hey. I’d straight-up marry you if we both felt so inclined. You know that.”
“I wish I were home,” she admitted with a frown.
“You’ll be back by Sunday, right? My conference ends on Monday. Maybe we can get together next week and you can give me all the presents you bought me.” I crossed the fingers of my free hand for her to see.”