like she’d been born with a built in lie detector. It was all about the eyes. People with secrets had shifty eyes. They hated holding eye contact. Because subconsciously they knew their eyes said more than their mouth ever could.
When Daisy looked into Angela’s eyes, she didn’t see them twitch like she was guilty. When it came to murdering Max Cash, Daisy had no doubt in her mind that Angela didn’t do it. Still, Daisy could see that Angela was hiding something. She just had no idea what it was.
“I didn’t say you did. It’s just a really shocking time and there’s a lot going on. I’m just trying make sense of it,” Daisy replied.
“I can’t pretend I liked the man, because I didn’t. But the fact is, murder is wrong. ‘Thou shalt not kill’. It’s right there in the good book. And the Bible has gotten me through a lot of hard times. I don’t know where I and my youngest son would be without it.”
“Whatever gets you through the day,” Daisy said.
What was amazing to Daisy was that no one seemed able to compliment Max Cash, even in death. Usually people could find something half decent to say about unsavory characters when they met their maker. Not this time. They weren’t even willing to make up a lie about the guy. That said a lot about Max Cash’s legacy and the enemies he made.
Angela clearly had some sort of run in with Max in the past that she didn’t wish to revisit. It wasn’t Daisy’s place to make her talk about it either.
That wouldn’t stop Daisy from being thirsty for answers. She’d just have to sit on her curiosity for the time being, especially considering Angela seemed antsy to skedaddle.
“Anyway, I should really be going. It has been a long night and I need to check up on my son,” Angela said.
“I understand. I’ll see you later then,” Daisy replied.
Chapter Seven
After such a stressful morning, a run to Sweet Tooth was in order. Daisy’s friend Samantha greeted her with a smile, not realizing what sad news she had to share. When Daisy told her what was going on, Samantha could barely believe it.
“I still can’t believe there’s been a murder in Cozy Creek,” Samantha said.
“I know. It still blows my mind too,” Daisy replied.
“Who do you think did it?” Samantha wondered.
“Ask the police.”
“Oh come on. Tell me you aren’t curious.”
“Of course I am. The problem is, there’s actually too many suspects. It’s hard to pick just one.”
Granny Annie then jumped into the conversation. “I’ll tell you who did it. It was the butler.”
Daisy and Samantha both turned to Granny Annie with furrowed brows.
“What?” Samantha replied.
“I’ve been reading a lot of mysteries lately, and the murderer is always the butler,” Granny Annie explained.
“Granny, this is a real murder, not a book,” Samantha said.
“Hey, I was just trying to help. Watch out for those butlers—or maids for that matter. They always have shifty eyes in murder mysteries,” Granny Annie replied.
Daisy smiled. “Sometimes they have them in real life too.”
“A-ha. I’m onto something. I just know it. Then again, sometimes their eyes are just shifty because they’ve been stealing from their employer, not because they are a murderer,” Granny said.
“Can we get back to reality?” Samantha asked.
“How about just getting back to my snicker doodles? I hope your mouth is ready to water, because this batch is going to be delicious,” Granny Annie said.
Daisy licked her lips. “I can’t wait.”
Granny Annie then moved back to the oven.
Samantha meanwhile was busy mulling the situation over.
“Do you have any idea who could have done it?” Samantha asked.
“I told you. The problem isn’t finding one suspect. It’s narrowing down the seven suspects I can think of in my head,”
When Daisy looked into Angela’s eyes, she didn’t see them twitch like she was guilty. When it came to murdering Max Cash, Daisy had no doubt in her mind that Angela didn’t do it. Still, Daisy could see that Angela was hiding something. She just had no idea what it was.
“I didn’t say you did. It’s just a really shocking time and there’s a lot going on. I’m just trying make sense of it,” Daisy replied.
“I can’t pretend I liked the man, because I didn’t. But the fact is, murder is wrong. ‘Thou shalt not kill’. It’s right there in the good book. And the Bible has gotten me through a lot of hard times. I don’t know where I and my youngest son would be without it.”
“Whatever gets you through the day,” Daisy said.
What was amazing to Daisy was that no one seemed able to compliment Max Cash, even in death. Usually people could find something half decent to say about unsavory characters when they met their maker. Not this time. They weren’t even willing to make up a lie about the guy. That said a lot about Max Cash’s legacy and the enemies he made.
Angela clearly had some sort of run in with Max in the past that she didn’t wish to revisit. It wasn’t Daisy’s place to make her talk about it either.
That wouldn’t stop Daisy from being thirsty for answers. She’d just have to sit on her curiosity for the time being, especially considering Angela seemed antsy to skedaddle.
“Anyway, I should really be going. It has been a long night and I need to check up on my son,” Angela said.
“I understand. I’ll see you later then,” Daisy replied.
Chapter Seven
After such a stressful morning, a run to Sweet Tooth was in order. Daisy’s friend Samantha greeted her with a smile, not realizing what sad news she had to share. When Daisy told her what was going on, Samantha could barely believe it.
“I still can’t believe there’s been a murder in Cozy Creek,” Samantha said.
“I know. It still blows my mind too,” Daisy replied.
“Who do you think did it?” Samantha wondered.
“Ask the police.”
“Oh come on. Tell me you aren’t curious.”
“Of course I am. The problem is, there’s actually too many suspects. It’s hard to pick just one.”
Granny Annie then jumped into the conversation. “I’ll tell you who did it. It was the butler.”
Daisy and Samantha both turned to Granny Annie with furrowed brows.
“What?” Samantha replied.
“I’ve been reading a lot of mysteries lately, and the murderer is always the butler,” Granny Annie explained.
“Granny, this is a real murder, not a book,” Samantha said.
“Hey, I was just trying to help. Watch out for those butlers—or maids for that matter. They always have shifty eyes in murder mysteries,” Granny Annie replied.
Daisy smiled. “Sometimes they have them in real life too.”
“A-ha. I’m onto something. I just know it. Then again, sometimes their eyes are just shifty because they’ve been stealing from their employer, not because they are a murderer,” Granny said.
“Can we get back to reality?” Samantha asked.
“How about just getting back to my snicker doodles? I hope your mouth is ready to water, because this batch is going to be delicious,” Granny Annie said.
Daisy licked her lips. “I can’t wait.”
Granny Annie then moved back to the oven.
Samantha meanwhile was busy mulling the situation over.
“Do you have any idea who could have done it?” Samantha asked.
“I told you. The problem isn’t finding one suspect. It’s narrowing down the seven suspects I can think of in my head,”
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