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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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.