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Authors: Alyssa Day
Tags: Military, Romantic Comedy, amateur detective, Murder, Paranormal Mystery, Comedy, shapeshifter
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Special Agent Vasquez.
“Not to be rude, Agent Vasquez, but what are the feds doing here? You know you don’t have any kind of jurisdiction in Dead End.”
His eyes gleamed, and now I had the impression that I was the one amusing him. “You’re right, of course. I’m simply here as a courtesy. Is there anything you can tell me about the circumstances under which you found Ms. Nelson?”
I had a feeling he already knew exactly the circumstances, and everything else about Chantal, me, Jeremiah, and anybody else in town that he might have been interested in. P-Ops didn’t mess around when they were investigating something.
The question was—why were they investigating this?
“Maybe if you tell me what you’re looking for,” I said. “Anything in particular? Not that any murder is ordinary, but somebody shot Chantal and dropped her off on the porch. She wasn’t clawed up like in a shifter attack, she wasn’t a drained-dry husk like in a vampire attack. I know there must be other kinds of supernatural murderers out there, but I bet not many of them make a habit of shooting grocery store clerks with guns and dropping them at pawnshops. Surely we would have heard about that in the news by now.”
Eleanor pulled out a duster and started to swipe the countertops, but never took her eyes or ears off the two of us.
“So you do confirm it was a gunshot wound? You saw it yourself?” The agent seemed particularly intent on hearing the answer to this question.
I shrugged. It was an easy answer. “Yes, I saw it. And I’ll probably never forget it. Deputy Gonzalez took pictures, and I’m sure she’ll share this with you. And the sheriff was here. Shouldn’t you be talking to him?”
“Funny thing about those pictures. They somehow disappeared off your deputy’s camera,” he said slowly, all traces of amusement gone from his face. “In fact, the entire camera seems to have disappeared before she managed to transfer or upload the photos.”
I didn’t know how to take that. To stall for time before I answered, I walked over to the counter and put my purse down before turning to face him. “If you’re suggesting that Susan deliberately…what? Tampered with evidence? Is that the way you say it? Then you are completely wrong.”
“I didn’t say anything about Deputy Gonzalez,” he replied. “How well do you know the sheriff? And what do you know about the upcoming Blood Moon?”
Oh boy. Now we were getting into dangerous territory. I didn’t know whether I should answer, call my lawyer, or throw the very pretty Agent Vasquez out of my pawnshop for asking me about the sheriff. The Blood Moon question I didn’t get at all. What could that possibly have to do with anything?
I stared at him, and he stared right back, and I could see that he must be very good at getting criminals to talk. But I wasn’t a criminal, and I had nothing to say.
“I know Sheriff Lawless to say hello to, just like everybody else in town. If you want to know anything else about him, you should ask him,” I said evenly. “And the Blood Moon? All I know about that is that it makes some supernatural creatures go kind of nuts, like the full moon supposedly does to normal humans. There’s one coming up in a week or so, I think?”
He just looked at me with those intense dark eyes, and I realized he was good at getting non-criminals to talk too.
“We’re all just plain, vanilla humans here. No shenanigans on the Blood Moon, or any other moon, right, Eleanor?”
She was staring at me like I’d grown another head. I wasn’t usually the babbling type, but Very Special Agent Alejandro Vasquez was getting to me. Maybe he had some kind of magical truth-getting ability. Everybody knew that P-Ops preferred to hire agents with supernatural talents.
Or maybe I was just losing it. It had been a rough couple of days.
The tension in the room was clearly getting to Eleanor, who was brandishing the feather duster about so wildly I was
“Not to be rude, Agent Vasquez, but what are the feds doing here? You know you don’t have any kind of jurisdiction in Dead End.”
His eyes gleamed, and now I had the impression that I was the one amusing him. “You’re right, of course. I’m simply here as a courtesy. Is there anything you can tell me about the circumstances under which you found Ms. Nelson?”
I had a feeling he already knew exactly the circumstances, and everything else about Chantal, me, Jeremiah, and anybody else in town that he might have been interested in. P-Ops didn’t mess around when they were investigating something.
The question was—why were they investigating this?
“Maybe if you tell me what you’re looking for,” I said. “Anything in particular? Not that any murder is ordinary, but somebody shot Chantal and dropped her off on the porch. She wasn’t clawed up like in a shifter attack, she wasn’t a drained-dry husk like in a vampire attack. I know there must be other kinds of supernatural murderers out there, but I bet not many of them make a habit of shooting grocery store clerks with guns and dropping them at pawnshops. Surely we would have heard about that in the news by now.”
Eleanor pulled out a duster and started to swipe the countertops, but never took her eyes or ears off the two of us.
“So you do confirm it was a gunshot wound? You saw it yourself?” The agent seemed particularly intent on hearing the answer to this question.
I shrugged. It was an easy answer. “Yes, I saw it. And I’ll probably never forget it. Deputy Gonzalez took pictures, and I’m sure she’ll share this with you. And the sheriff was here. Shouldn’t you be talking to him?”
“Funny thing about those pictures. They somehow disappeared off your deputy’s camera,” he said slowly, all traces of amusement gone from his face. “In fact, the entire camera seems to have disappeared before she managed to transfer or upload the photos.”
I didn’t know how to take that. To stall for time before I answered, I walked over to the counter and put my purse down before turning to face him. “If you’re suggesting that Susan deliberately…what? Tampered with evidence? Is that the way you say it? Then you are completely wrong.”
“I didn’t say anything about Deputy Gonzalez,” he replied. “How well do you know the sheriff? And what do you know about the upcoming Blood Moon?”
Oh boy. Now we were getting into dangerous territory. I didn’t know whether I should answer, call my lawyer, or throw the very pretty Agent Vasquez out of my pawnshop for asking me about the sheriff. The Blood Moon question I didn’t get at all. What could that possibly have to do with anything?
I stared at him, and he stared right back, and I could see that he must be very good at getting criminals to talk. But I wasn’t a criminal, and I had nothing to say.
“I know Sheriff Lawless to say hello to, just like everybody else in town. If you want to know anything else about him, you should ask him,” I said evenly. “And the Blood Moon? All I know about that is that it makes some supernatural creatures go kind of nuts, like the full moon supposedly does to normal humans. There’s one coming up in a week or so, I think?”
He just looked at me with those intense dark eyes, and I realized he was good at getting non-criminals to talk too.
“We’re all just plain, vanilla humans here. No shenanigans on the Blood Moon, or any other moon, right, Eleanor?”
She was staring at me like I’d grown another head. I wasn’t usually the babbling type, but Very Special Agent Alejandro Vasquez was getting to me. Maybe he had some kind of magical truth-getting ability. Everybody knew that P-Ops preferred to hire agents with supernatural talents.
Or maybe I was just losing it. It had been a rough couple of days.
The tension in the room was clearly getting to Eleanor, who was brandishing the feather duster about so wildly I was
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