Exercise is Murder by Carolyn Arnold (McKinley Mysteries: Short & Sweet Cozies Book 12)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller| ePUB | 3.0 MB
CAROLYN ARNOLD is an international bestselling and award-winning author, as well as a speaker, teacher, and inspirational mentor. She has four continuing fiction series—Detective Madison Knight, Brandon Fisher FBI, McKinley Mysteries, and Matthew Connor Adventures—and has written nearly thirty books. Her genre diversity offers her readers everything from cozy to hard-boiled mysteries, and thrillers to action adventures.
Getting in shape isn’t an easy walk in the park…
Running junkie Katie Carpenter takes a tumble down a ravine and ends up facedown in the Hudson River. The police conclude her death was an accident, but those who were close to Katie aren’t buying that she just tripped and fell—including her pro-athlete boyfriend. But it’s Katie’s fitness trainer and friend who hires the McKinleys to investigate.
Anything but an easy case to solve, Sean and Sara will break a sweat trying to figure out who had the most to gain from the young woman’s death. Sadly for Sean most of the evidence seems stacked against Katie’s boyfriend—a man Sean idolizes. Can he put aside being starstruck long enough to view things objectively? If Katie’s killer is going to be caught, he and Sara will need to remain flexible and it might require bending the rules a bit.
ean let go of his wife and returned to his desk. He’d been going through some case applications. It was part of their business model—the client filled out a form providing as much information as possible on the death and the status of the investigation from a law enforcement standpoint. Being former detectives the last thing he and Sara wanted to do was interfere with open cases, though they had made exceptions to that rule. But the saying about “too many cooks in the kitchen” also applied when it came to investigations.
Sara came over to his desk and gestured to the pile of paperwork in front of him. “Reviewing applications?”
“Monday-morning business, darling.”
Sara sat in a chair across from him. “What’s the latest on the Devin case?”
Max Devin was a seventy-eight-year-old man who had been found dead in his home by his caregiver. The daughter suspected the caregiver had overdosed her father on his prescription oxycodone. Some cases progressed slower than others, and Devin’s was one of those.
Sean sat back and clasped his hands. “Jimmy’s paying a visit to Needham to see if he can find out anything useful there.”
Sara’s lips twitched like she wanted to smile but wouldn’t let herself, and Sean knew precisely why. Albert Needham, a local medical examiner, was much better company for the dead than the living.
“Poor Jimmy,” she said.
“Yeah, Needham’s not his favorite person.”
“I hate to say it, but is the man anyone’s? And I mean we get along with mostly everyone.”
“Don’t pull me into this,” he teased.
“Well, if you like him, you go pay him a visit in Jimmy’s place,” she challenged.
“Why rob Jimmy of the pleasure?”
Both of them laughed.
Sean glanced at the clock and noted the time was ten thirty. “Knowing Jimmy, he’ll wait until close to noon. He usually arms himself with Needham’s favorite sandwich as bribery.”
“They do say a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” Sara took a long draw on her coffee.
“Good thing that’s not true for me.” He winked. Sara wasn’t exactly a gourmet in the kitchen, and her cooking skills—or lack thereof—certainly had no bearing on why he’d fallen in love with her.
Sara narrowed her eyes. “Very funny.” She swayed her crossed leg and took another drink of her coffee.
He pointed at her cup. “How many is that?”
“What?” She held the cup to her left cheek and batted her eyes at him. “Are you the keeper of coffee now?”