Murder So Sweet: A Frosted Love Cozy Mystery (Frosted Love Mysteries Book 3) by Carol Durand, Summer Prescott Page B
Authors: Carol Durand, Summer Prescott
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was discovered, leaving plenty of time for the killer to have transported him from the ice cream shop to the bayou.
“What’s in the envelope?”Chas asked the nervous young tech.
“Well, sir, you know how you asked me about some sort of physical evidence that the Sheriff might have implicating the lady who owns the cupcake place?” he began, clearly uncomfortable.
“Yes, did they actually have anything?” the detective asked curtly.
“Well, they said they recovered some long, curly blonde hairs from the clothing and hand of the victim, so they were going to use that, but then you gave me a sample for DNA from the cupcake lady, so I compared the hair from her and the hair that was found on the victim, and they’re not the same.”
Beckett remembered something and dug quickly through the file that Clara Clements had given him, looking for the description of Chanel Thibedeaux. There was a photo attached, showing the icy beauty of a woman with long, flowing, curly blonde hair.
“Great work, Gus – you may have just helped me solve a murder,” he exclaimed, jumping up from his seat and heading for the door. Once in his car, he called in for backup, dispatched patrol cars to Missy’s house and her new store, and sped toward the Crawshack Redemption.
Chapter 14
Missy stared at the sheriff with utter contempt. “Yes, I believe we do have a problem here, Sheriff. Extortion is illegal, and your daughter-in-law has been extorting money from law-abiding local business owners for far too long. As an officer of the law, I would expect you to put a stop to this thievery,” she fumed.
Chanel and the sheriff exchanged a look, and the beautiful blonde looked at Missy amused. “For someone who has survived so long on her own, you are incredibly naïve, Missy Gladstone.”
Missy was taken aback. She’d never heard of Ms. Thibedeaux before she bought Darryl’s place, yet this icicle of a human being seemed to know quite a bit about her.
“Yes, I know who you are, you provincial little simpleton,” Chanel sniffed disdainfully. “I do my homework, and I know exactly how to get what I want. Your resistance is not going to benefit you in the end, surely you realize that. I wonder how your precious dog is getting along, with you being here and all.” She regarded Missy coolly, hoping to see her squirm.
At the mention of her beloved Toffee, Missy began to panic. Unwisely perhaps, she had never really believed that she was in any real danger, but the thought of something happening to her sweet innocent companion filled her with dread, and made her wonder what this dreadful woman was capable of. She knew that if her fear showed, she was already defeated, so she raised an eyebrow as though she were dismissing the threat, and changed the subject.
“Who killed Elmer Clements?” Missy challenged, wondering if she should really go there. “Your goons, Jed and Louis? You should be ashamed of yourself, making them do that,” she accused boldly.
The blonde on the other side of the desk gave her a chilling smile, shaking her head slowly back and forth. “Oh you poor dear,” she mocked her. “You really have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” She rose to her full 6 feet and walked slowly around the desk to where Missy was sitting. Kneeling down next to her chair, she leaned in, her face merely inches away, and stage-whispered with a sadistic smile, “I’d never have my cousins take care of a task for me that brought me so much pleasure.”
Missy’s heart pounded so loudly that she wondered if Chanel and the sheriff could hear it, when she realized that she was literally sitting face to face with a cold-blooded killer. She fumbled madly with what to say to buy herself some time, now that she knew way too much about this woman and her operation. “What is wrong with you? Is the paltry bit of money that you’d get from Elmer and Clara worth the cost of a human life?”
Chanel snickered and rose
“What’s in the envelope?”Chas asked the nervous young tech.
“Well, sir, you know how you asked me about some sort of physical evidence that the Sheriff might have implicating the lady who owns the cupcake place?” he began, clearly uncomfortable.
“Yes, did they actually have anything?” the detective asked curtly.
“Well, they said they recovered some long, curly blonde hairs from the clothing and hand of the victim, so they were going to use that, but then you gave me a sample for DNA from the cupcake lady, so I compared the hair from her and the hair that was found on the victim, and they’re not the same.”
Beckett remembered something and dug quickly through the file that Clara Clements had given him, looking for the description of Chanel Thibedeaux. There was a photo attached, showing the icy beauty of a woman with long, flowing, curly blonde hair.
“Great work, Gus – you may have just helped me solve a murder,” he exclaimed, jumping up from his seat and heading for the door. Once in his car, he called in for backup, dispatched patrol cars to Missy’s house and her new store, and sped toward the Crawshack Redemption.
Chapter 14
Missy stared at the sheriff with utter contempt. “Yes, I believe we do have a problem here, Sheriff. Extortion is illegal, and your daughter-in-law has been extorting money from law-abiding local business owners for far too long. As an officer of the law, I would expect you to put a stop to this thievery,” she fumed.
Chanel and the sheriff exchanged a look, and the beautiful blonde looked at Missy amused. “For someone who has survived so long on her own, you are incredibly naïve, Missy Gladstone.”
Missy was taken aback. She’d never heard of Ms. Thibedeaux before she bought Darryl’s place, yet this icicle of a human being seemed to know quite a bit about her.
“Yes, I know who you are, you provincial little simpleton,” Chanel sniffed disdainfully. “I do my homework, and I know exactly how to get what I want. Your resistance is not going to benefit you in the end, surely you realize that. I wonder how your precious dog is getting along, with you being here and all.” She regarded Missy coolly, hoping to see her squirm.
At the mention of her beloved Toffee, Missy began to panic. Unwisely perhaps, she had never really believed that she was in any real danger, but the thought of something happening to her sweet innocent companion filled her with dread, and made her wonder what this dreadful woman was capable of. She knew that if her fear showed, she was already defeated, so she raised an eyebrow as though she were dismissing the threat, and changed the subject.
“Who killed Elmer Clements?” Missy challenged, wondering if she should really go there. “Your goons, Jed and Louis? You should be ashamed of yourself, making them do that,” she accused boldly.
The blonde on the other side of the desk gave her a chilling smile, shaking her head slowly back and forth. “Oh you poor dear,” she mocked her. “You really have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” She rose to her full 6 feet and walked slowly around the desk to where Missy was sitting. Kneeling down next to her chair, she leaned in, her face merely inches away, and stage-whispered with a sadistic smile, “I’d never have my cousins take care of a task for me that brought me so much pleasure.”
Missy’s heart pounded so loudly that she wondered if Chanel and the sheriff could hear it, when she realized that she was literally sitting face to face with a cold-blooded killer. She fumbled madly with what to say to buy herself some time, now that she knew way too much about this woman and her operation. “What is wrong with you? Is the paltry bit of money that you’d get from Elmer and Clara worth the cost of a human life?”
Chanel snickered and rose
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