Murder to Go (The Heights Bed and Breakfast Cozy Mystery Series Book 1) by Susan D. Baker

exclaimed. “I had one of the lunchboxes Karl made that
day, too, and there was no poison in mine.”
    Carolyn
stared at her. “You..... what?”
    “I
got one of Karl’s lunchboxes,” Kat repeated. “I picked it up at the service
window before I went down to the lake. I’ll tell you what. That was the best
turkey sandwich I ever ate.”
    Carolyn
shook her head, but it didn’t help to clear her thoughts. “Are you really sure
it was a turkey sandwich?”
    Kat
snorted. “I think I know what I had for lunch. Every detail of that day is
permanently etched into my memory. I ate that lunch right before I found Porky
and Monica’s bodies.”
    Carolyn
held up her hand. Her voice shook. “Don’t play games, Kat. Just tell me
straight. Are you absolutely certain it was a turkey sandwich?”
    “Sure,
I’m sure,” Kat replied. “How could I not be sure? What’s the big deal?”
    Carolyn
leapt out of her chair and threw her arms around Kat’s neck. “You’re the best,
Kat. Thank you so much. You’ve saved my life.”
    Kat
stared back in surprise. “Hey! What did I do?”
    Carolyn
raced out of the bar without answering and dashed back to her room. She almost
tore her laptop case getting the computer out. She plugged it in and drummed
her fingernails on the desk while she waited for it to boot up. She finally got
her Internet browser open and found Phillip Sawyer’s blog post about The
Heights having a murderer in the kitchen.
    She
scanned down to the middle of the page, to where she left off reading. There it
was. ‘ Don’t go to The Heights unless you want your ham sandwich topped with poisonous mayo for lunch ’. Carolyn could barely control
her fingers. She saved the page to her bookmarks and slammed her laptop closed.
Then she grabbed her phone and hit speed dial. Her daughter answered and
Carolyn shouted, “He made turkey sandwiches!”
    Carolyn
heard her daughter stiffen through the phone line. “What do you mean?”
    “I
can prove your father is innocent,” Carolyn exclaimed. “I found out who killed
Porky and Monica.”
    Sarah
breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s great! How did you do it?”
    Carolyn
laughed out loud. “It’s right there in the middle of Phillip’s blog post. I can’t
believe someone would be so careless. It is right there in public for anybody
to see.”
    “I
don’t understand, Mom,” Sarah replied. “What did Phillip write that makes you
think he killed the couple? How can you prove he did it?”
    Carolyn
face froze with shock.
    “You are
right. I need proof. I don’t have time to explain everything right now,”
Carolyn shouted over the phone. “I have to run. She’s probably about to leave
the stage.”
    “Mom,
who is about to leave the stage? What is this all about?”
    “I
will call you later to explain. Hopefully, the next time I see you, I’ll be
bringing your father home.” Carolyn froze with the phone pressed to her ear.
“If you’ll have us back, that is.”
    “You
know you and Dad are always welcome back here. Go catch up with her. Explain it
to me later. Good luck, Mom.” Sarah laughed as she ended the call.
    Carolyn
tossed her computer on her bed. She watched it slide off and fall to the ground
as she closed the motel door but her own excitement over what she discovered
wouldn’t let her slow down. She clutched her phone in her hand and raced back
to the bar.
    Kat stood
on the stage serenading the crowd with a beautiful melody. Carolyn rushed up to
her.
      “I did it, Kat!” she cried interrupting Kat in
the middle of her song. “I found out who killed Porky.”
    A
rumble of discontent arose from behind Carolyn as the crowd became upset at the
interruption.
    Kat’s
eyes widened. She covered the microphone with her hand and bent over to whisper
to Carolyn. “That’s great, Carolyn. Congratulations.”
    “Yeah!”
Carolyn panted. “Now I can get Karl out of jail. But I need you to testify that
you ate a turkey sandwich from him the morning