Murder By Muffin (Lucy McGuffin, Psychic Amateur Detective 3)
“Who says she’s going to find out? The notes are worthless since the show isn’t going to film here. She’s on to bigger and better things. Like Tara’s old job.”
“I still can’t believe you read her emails.”
“Her laptop was open. What was I supposed to do, close my eyes? Besides, it’s the proof we need that Gilly had the best motive for getting rid of
Tara. Now we just need to get her to admit everything she knows.”
“I say we call Fontaine and hand these notes over to him. Tell him about Gilly’s promotion and let the cops figure it out. You promised, remember?”
“What if Travis asks me how I got the notes?”
“I thought you said it wasn’t breaking and entering if the cleaning lady let you in.”
“Technically, it’s not breaking in, but he’s still not going to be happy that I’m sticking my nose in police business, as he puts it. Like I don’t have some huge stake in all this,” I grumble. “I’m supposed to sit back and let big, strong Travis take care of everything? No, thanks.”
Will goes quiet. The way he’s suddenly looking at me makes me frown.
“What?”
“Lucy, why did Fontaine tell your parents that the two of you were dating?”
“I told you. He made all that up so my mom wouldn’t nag me about the Young Catholic Singles group.”
“And that’s the only reason?”
Now it’s me who goes quiet. I can’t lie to Will. Not about this.
“Travis did ask me out. I think I told you about that, but … well, he also kissed me.”
“He did, huh?” There’s an edge of something there I’ve never heard before. Jealousy? Or big brother-like concern? There’s only one way to find out.
“Will—”
My phone buzzes.
No!
Will puts his hand over the screen. “Ignore it. Now what were you going to say?”
The buzzing continues. I glance down at my phone, but I can’t see who’s calling since Will is covering up my screen. He sees the exasperation on my face and reluctantly removes his hand to check out the number.
“Speak of the devil,” he mutters. “It’s Fontaine.”
“Should I take it?”
“Hell no.”
A pounding knock from downstairs makes me jump. Uh-oh. I’d know that knock anywhere. It’s Travis. It must be important if he’s calling and knocking at the same time.
“I have to get that.”
“I’m going with you.”
Paco gets ahead of us on the stairs, his tail wagging happily. I answer the door to find exactly what I expected. An irate-looking Officer Travis Fontaine.
“To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”
Travis doesn’t bother to wait to be asked inside. He brushes past me, mumbling a hurried greeting in Will’s direction. Paco barks as if to say, Hey! What about me?