Read Online Maya Mound Mayhem (A Logan Dickerson Cozy Mystery Book 3) by Abby L. Vandiver - Free Book Online

She was
doing her sashaying walk over to him.
    “I thought that
was you,” she said. “I’ve lost my ball and thought maybe it came this way.”
    Crap!
    I rolled over on
my back and stared up at the clear blue sky. She was going to question that
man. I just knew it. What luck – bad luck that that man was here at the same
time we were . . . Wait . . . A coincidence? With Miss Vivee involved?
    Crap!
    She got me. I
wouldn’t let her go and talk to him and . . . but wait . . . maybe not. She
couldn’t have known he’d be here golfing. It had to be a coincidence.
    A bad coincidence,
but one nonetheless.
    I flipped back
over on my stomach and peeked around the cart.
    “What a pleasant
surprise,” she was saying. “When you suggested that this was a good place to
golf and that you golfed here, I never thought I see you!”
    That little
trickster.
    “Oh no?” the
Detective-Two-Name said. “I thought I told you I was golfing here today.”
    “Did you now?”
Miss Vivee said. “I don’t remember.”
    She smiled at him sweetly. “I was
wondering if you’d found anything else about the case. I’m so worried about our
little Logan.”
    I saw that smirk
come over his face.
    “Is there a reason
to be worried about her?” he asked.
    “I don’t know,”
Miss Vivee said. “You tell me. You haul her in when all she did was find
bones.”
    Why doesn’t she
stop talking to that man?
    “She was hiding
them so I heard,” he said.
    “They’d already
been hidden. By someone else,” she said. “I’m sure someone who’s buried bones
don’t go back to check on them.”
    “Then she left
town,” he said.
    “She had to come
and see about me,” she said. “I’m an old woman, you know.” She eyed him. “You
don’t know anything about who could have left those bones there, do you?”
    “That’s nothing I
can speak on ma’am,” he said.
    She took in a
breath, and let her shoulders droop. Rubbing the back of her hand across her
forehead, she said, “I’m not feeling too well right now. Too much exertion, I
think.” She licked her lips and fanned her face with her hand. “Maybe playing
golf was too much for me,” she said, “I’m feeling a little faint.” She drooped
in her knees like she was going down.
    You can’t fool me,
Miss Vivee. I stayed in hiding. I know you’re faking that fainting act.
    “Let me help you,”
Charlie Cecil said, falling for her dubious declarations.
    “Oh, Logan’s
here,” Miss Vivee said. “She can help me.” She looked my way. “Logan, dear.
Where are you?”
    Mac turned around
and looked for me, the same time the detective and Miss Vivee’s eyes landed on
me lying practically underneath the back of the cart.
    I hopped up,
brushing myself off, I put on an awkward smile and trotted over to Miss Vivee.”
    “I have her,” I
said.
    “Nice to see you
again,” he said in a way that told me he knew I didn’t feel the same way. “And
lucky for you, I saw you. I just got word that they’ve identified the body. You
and your team are free to go back in although I heard that you’ll have to speak
to McHutchinson about starting back up on your research out there.”
    “Oh really?” I
tried to not let my excitement show. I was getting to go back in. “Good,” I
said. “Thank you. So. Who was it?”
    “Excuse me?” he
said and put his ear up as if he couldn’t hear me.
    “Who was the dead
guy?” I said. “His name.”
    “We’re not
releasing that information just yet.  But I’m sure you’ll find it interesting
when we do.” A smirk spread across his face. “And I’m sure we’ll have you in to
speak to you further about it.” He looked at Miss Vivee. “Take good care of
your grandmother.”
    I looked down at
Miss Vivee still pretending she had the vapors and wondered what the heck he
meant.
    We left the golf
course post haste, even though Miss Vivee, after miraculously recovering,
wanted to finish her game. I wouldn’t let her, and after fussing at