A Frothy Fiasco: A Cozy Mystery (Sweet Home Mystery Series Book 3) by Constance Barker

but she got her question out first.
    “So, why are we here, Lily? Is it the sawdust on the floor or the tattooed bikers at the pool tables that attracted you?”
    “Well, they are known for their ribs and pulled pork sandwiches, and I heard the tattooed bikers will give you a whirl on their bikes if you give them a smile and a wink.”
    Jules scrunched her nose.
    “But actually it was something Toe said when Eli was questioning him.”
    “You shouldn’t be eavesdropping on other people’s conversations, especially not police interrogations, Lily.”
    It wasn’t easy to keep from laughing. “Please, Jules. I’m Essie’s niece. ‘Nosy’ is my middle name.”
    “And the eighth Dwarf,” Jules added, as she began to laugh hysterically at her own joke. She raised her hand up and slapped the bar. I guess it was funny. Well, not really. Jules, keep your day job.
    “Ready to order ladies?” Schooner saw Jules raised hand.
    I looked at her, and she showed me the item on the menu that she wanted. For the first time since I was a kid I felt compelled to point to our desired selections rather than say them out loud.
    “My friend will have this one here, and I’ll have that.”
    “One Sir Oinks-a-lot , and one Big Fat Pig .” Schooner said with a nod.
    Now you know why I pointed. “Oh, and a big glass of ice water for each of us too, please.”
    “Coming right up, ladies!”
    “So, where were we?” I asked.
    “Ummmm…ah!. So, what did Toe tell Eli about this place?”
    “Oh, yeah. Well, he just said he saw a guy and a woman at the gas station where Harvey had his iPad stolen. She was short, and the guy was wearing a baseball cap with the logo from this place, and he had a ponytail and a moustache. They rode a motorcycle.”
    “But the iPad was in Toe’s truck, so that guy couldn’t have been the thief.”
    Good point. Frack!  “But I didn’t know that yet when I asked you to come here. So, now it’s my turn to ask you a question.”
    “Sure. But you already know everything about me, Lily.”
    “Do I?”
    “What do you mean? Of course you do.”
    “Well, what’s going on between you and Tony?” I smiled and raised my eyebrows twice suggestively.
    Jules looked at me like I was speaking to her in Swahili or something.
    “Jules, the little Jenkins boy saw him coming out of your house the other day. I’m your best friend. You can tell me about it. He’s a great guy. Why are you hiding it?”
    “Lily…”
    She was at a loss for words and looked confused.
    “Lily, Tony has never been to my house. Of course I would tell you. I tell you everything. And I told you that I’m not interested in him. Since when have I ever lied to you?”
    “I’m sorry, Jules. I didn’t mean to imply… It’s just that the boy said he saw him coming out of your house, and I was actually happy for you. I just wanted to know more. But maybe Brad doesn’t know which house is yours. That’s all. It was an honest mistake.”
    “Brad? That’s the little boy that was climbing trees next to my house when I came home from work on Saturday. I invited him in for a glass of lemonade and cleaned him up a little before he went home for supper.”
    “So…he does know where you live. Now I’m really confused.”
    “One Sir Oinks-a-lot for the black-haired beauty, and a Big Fat Pig for the blonde bombshell. And two ice waters. Enjoy!”
    The timing was good. My beer had one swallow left, and Jules downed the last inch of her Chardonnay.
    “Thank you.” Why couldn’t they just call them a barbecued pulled pork sandwich and the same with cheese? “Oh…say, Schooner. Do you know a fairly tall biker with a moustache who wears a Hog Heaven cap and has a ponytail? He left his sunglasses at my coffee shop, and I wanted to see if I could find him.”
    Schooner laughed a little, “Are you serious? A million bikers come in here, and they all got moustaches. And we never had any caps, until a few days ago.”
    He turned around and