Gavin's Death (Cara Daniels Cozy Mystery Book 4) by Gillian Larkin

A
Cara Daniels Cozy Mystery
    Book
4

 
    Gavin’s
Death

 
    Chapter
1

 
    “How
do you feel about estate agents?” Robin asked.
    Cara
Daniels looked warily at the angel in front of her. “Why are you asking? Is
this another one of your feeble jokes?”
    Robin
grinned. “No, but I wish it was. I’ll have to think of a suitable joke later.
It’s a serious question.”
    Cara
shrugged. “I’ve never given them much thought, I haven’t had many dealings with
them.”
    Robin
nodded and looked closer at her. “Ah, of course. You last used an estate agent
when you bought a house with your ex-husband. And then you let him have the
house when you found out about his affair.”
    Cara
turned to her computer and focused on the website that she was designing. She
mumbled, “Is this leading somewhere?”
    Robin
came to her side. His smile faded. “I’m sorry, Cara, that was thoughtless of me
to talk about your ex-husband. How long do you think it will be before I can
talk about him?”
    Cara
felt her shoulders tensing. Through gritted teeth she said, “Why do we have to
talk about him at all! Have you got a job for me or not?”
    Robin
took a step back and held his hands up. “No need to shout. Yes, I’ve got a soul
saving job for you.” He paused and suddenly grinned. Then he shook his head.
“No, I can’t tell you that estate agent joke, your ears are too delicate for
it.”
    Cara
took a deep breath and turned away from her screen. “Robin, much as I love
having an angel appearing in my apartment, I have got work to do. Will you
please say what you have to say?”
    Robin
folded his arms and nodded. “Okay, I’ll be serious now. Gavin Bennett is
thirty-two years old and he is going to be murdered in less than thirty-eight
hours.” He raised an eyebrow when Cara didn’t say anything. “What? Oh! Yes, and
he’s an estate agent. Which leads me back to my first question, what do you
think about estate agents?”
    Cara
said, “He’s going to be murdered in less than thirty-eight hours? That’s more
precise that your normal time frames.”
    Robin
held his wrist up. “I’ve got a new watch.” His eyes flicked upwards. “The ones
in charge were impressed with the work I’ve done and they gave me this watch. It’s
showing Gavin’s death time frame.”
    Cara
smiled. “I’m pleased for you. All I get when I save a life is a stinky white
feather from your wings.”
    Robin’s
chin wobbled. “Pardon?”
    Cara
laughed. “I’m joking! I love getting those feathers. Where does Gavin work?”
    Robin
sniffed. “A joke isn’t a joke if people don’t laugh.”
    Cara
stood up and patted Robin on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset
you. Tell me more about Gavin. Are you going to come with me on this case?”
    Robin
immediately cheered up. “I am! I’m going to stick to your side like jam on
bread! Shall we get going now?”
    “Where
does Gavin Bennett work?” Cara repeated.
    “At
Wright’s Estate Agents in town.”
    Cara
winced. “Oh, not them! They’ve got the most annoying ads. Their slogan is ‘Wright’s
Estate Agents, the right estate agent for you!’ They’re always advertising on
the local radio, they’ve got such an annoying jingle! Makes me want to smash my
radio up every time I hear it.”
    Robin
held a finger up. “Now I know how you feel about estate agents.”
    A
third voice spoke, “You two are not taking your job seriously. This is a matter
of life and death.”
    Cara
spun around and looked at the face on her computer screen. “Gran! It’s you! How
did you get on my screen? Where are you? When are you coming back?” She sat
down and stared at Gran, she hadn’t seen her for weeks. Cara looked closer.
“Have you got a flower in your hair?”
    Gran
laughed. “I have! I’m calling from Hawaii. What a beautiful place! You should
go some time. How are you getting on with your soul saving work? I’ve heard
that you’re doing a wonderful job.”
    Cara
gave her a