Dead and Gone by Sherryl Clark (Judi Westerholme Book 2)
English | 2020| Mystery/Thriller| ePUB | 3.3 MB
Sherryl Clark is also the author of the Rose books in the Our Australian Girl series. She has had two collections of poetry for adults published by Pariah Press – Edge (1990) and Thicker Than Water (1999), and is a co-editor of Poetrix magazine.
There’s nothing more dangerous than revenge. Judi Westerholme has been through it. Brave and strong-willed, she’s just about coping in her new role as foster parent to her orphaned niece, taking a job at the local pub to help make ends meet. Then the pub’s landlord and Judi’s friend, army veteran Pete “Macca” Maccasfield, is murdered, and her world is suddenly turned upside down.
Despite warnings from the city police to keep out of it, Judi can’t help but get involved in the search for Macca’s killer. But she soon becomes deeply entangled with some ruthlessly dangerous men. She must act fast and think smart to work out what they want—before anyone else gets hurt . . .
‘Whatever you think I’ll enjoy,’ I said, knowing it would be delicious. For all his tantrums, which were normal for chefs anyway, Andre created bloody good food.
I headed into the office and checked over the paperwork sitting in the in-tray, and cursed. Big Macca was supposed to sort out the bills yesterday, but obviously nothing had been done. I didn’t like logging in to the account and paying out money without consulting him first, so I’d have to get on to it as soon as he turned up.
The phone rang, startling me. ‘Candlebark Hotel. Judi speaking.’
‘Hi, Jude. How’s it looking?’ It was Connor, checking in.
‘Same as usual. The young ones come in first, all drunk. They must get bored, watching horses run around the track.’ I took the portable phone with me and peered out into each bar again. ‘What time’s the last race?’
‘Finished around quarter to five.’
‘We’ll be in full chaos mode in about half an hour then. You calling in later?’
‘Yeah, for sure. It’s always good to be seen, hey?’ Connor liked to wander through the bars a couple of times during the evening as a warning to anyone in the mood for trouble.
‘Certainly is. See you later.’
‘How’s Mia? She at Joleen’s?’
‘Yes, but if Uncle Connor wanted to call in there, too, she’d be happy to see you.’
‘Might just do that.’
Nobody had been more surprised than Connor when I’d returned to Candlebark from Melbourne with a kid in tow, but when he discovered she was my niece, Connor kind of adopted her. He was great with her, better than me, but that wouldn’t be hard. I was still referring every five minutes to the baby book Heath had given me.
Heath. Detective Sergeant Ben Heath. We’d met when my brother, Andy, had been murdered, and we’d been at loggerheads from the start. It was just about the worst way to meet someone, and then find out you were attracted to them. Ugh. I’d tried hard enough to pretend it wasn’t happening, and so did he, but nothing had come of it anyway. Being over a hundred kilometres apart didn’t help, but I had been to Melbourne half a dozen times in the past few months. We just never seemed to get together at the right time, in the right place. Like anywhere near a bedroom. Mia didn’t help either. Now I knew why people said having kids killed your sex life.
I shook myself and put the phone back on the cradle, and went to check the guest register to see who was in tonight.