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By Jessica Beck

While neighborhood businessman Roy Thompson dies after consuming a section of cake from The captivating Moose Diner, Victoria and her grandfather, Moose, needs to locate who poisoned their killer dessert! Recipes for genuine Diner convenience nutrition are integrated!

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You should. ” 49 Shy Abita disappeared beneath a shrewd gaze. ” That floored me. Abita unfolded from the chair. ” I rifled through my purse for a business card. I neatly wrote down my home and cell phone numbers on the back. “You will come back? ” I asked as I handed her the card. What I really meant was: you won’t take the one link I’ve got to Ben and vanish? “When I can. The schedule is tough and when I’m done with classes I’ve have to take care of my son. I’m not used to being away from him for so many hours at a time during the day.

With her clinging to me and bawling her head off like a lost calf, I slowly navigated my way down to the sheriff. ” I attempted to shake her off; she’d become a buck brush burr, refusing to let go. “I wanna go home,” June wailed. “I understand, Mrs. Everett. ” The sheriff ’s gaze raked her from bare head to bare feet. ” She released me. I squirmed away. I didn’t get far. She grabbed my hand. ” My initial response didn’t make it out of my mouth, fortunately for her. Did she want me around because I was the only woman present?

She’d pronounced her first name, A-beet-a, last name, Kay-lin. “That’s my son. ” The little boy, around three, wasn’t dressed for playing on the cold, dirty ground. Didn’t bother him; he hadn’t looked up from racing the Matchbox car back and forth. “So, Abita. Who’s our mutual acquaintance? ” Her brown eyes clouded. “No. ” “Thank goodness. ” My fake smile faltered. Occasionally clients showed up on my doorstep, hoping if I met them face to face, heard their tale of woe straight from the horse’s mouth, it’d compel me to take their case—for free—out of the goodness of my heart.

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