Foreclosed: A Mitzy Neuhaus Mystery (A Mitzy Neuhaus Mystery, a Cozy Christian Collection) Read Online Free

women who wouldn’t be reasonable. His head slammed into the windshield— “What the?” The world went black.
     
     
    Two blocks back, two women in a red Miata sat, tapping their toes anxiously, thinking up alternate routes back to work. Sabrina pulled her Blackberry out of her knapsack and started typing.
    “I don’t know why I always forget about this thing.” 
    “We’re getting old, Brinsie. We don’t think of using a telephone to pull up tax records. You do that and I’ll call James while we wait. I suppose we could have done this at the property. We might have even gotten inside if we had stayed there.” Mitzy shook her head. Slow business made her careless.
    No one answered at the stoneworks place. As soon as she had inched forward far enough, Mitzy turned right into an alley. She didn’t care to know what the accident ahead was about. It seemed to her that a stop off at Annie’s Donuts was in order. Guys that work with stones like to eat donuts, And, she bet, they would be happy to answer questions about recent jobs over a friendly cup of coffee and those same donuts.
    “Here it is, Mitzy. It says here that the house is owned by a guy called Laurence Mills. He must have wanted to be a flipper. He bought it earlier this year from someone called Maxim Mikhaylichenko. I wonder why Maxim sold without remodeling it first.”
    “Sabrina, really. Not all Russians are builders.”
    “I’m not being rude, Mitzy, I swear. I know not all Russians are builders. But all Russians know Russian builders. It just seems odd that someone with connections would sell a property in bad condition.”
    “Sabrina! Connections? Listen to yourself,” Mitzy said.
    “For Heaven’s sake, I didn’t mean like the Godfather.” Sabrina tapped the screen of her Blackberry, looking for more information.
    “Anyway, he might not be Russian, he might not know any builders, or he might not have had any money. There are plenty of reasons why Maxim Whatshisname might not have fixed the house up before he sold it.” Mitzy had seen everything in this business and wasn’t ready to pigeonhole the previous owner because of his name.
    “Or…it could be a Soprano’s thing. Maybe the sale was a cover of some sort,” Sabrina said with a grin.
    Mitzy pulled into a parking spot in front of Annie’s Donuts. “Run inside and buy a dozen of the best.” Mitzy handed Sabrina her wallet with a grin. “We’ll find out what we need to know.”
     
     
    The two beautiful women and their box of donuts received a warm welcome from their hungry male friends inside the stoneworks shop.
    “Victorian on Baltimore ?” James said with a mouth full of donut. “I don’t recall. Did you work on that one, Bruce?” Bruce was negotiating his donut into his coffee and offered a grunt.
    “What kind of work did they get done?’ James washed his maple bar down with a swallow of coffee.
    “We saw quartz counters in the kitchen. There may have been bathroom work done as well. It looked like there was nothing doing for landscaping though.” Mitzy leaned forward, elbows on the table, unconsciously giving the impression that she hung on their every word. It was disarming to the men and when combined with the donuts, a powerful tool for their memory.
    “We did a quartz job about a month ago, didn’t we?”
    “Yeah,” Bruce offered. He helped himself to a crueller.
    “Did we do the install?” 
    “Yeah.”
    “Was it in the Eastside?”
    “Yeah, over on Baltimore .” Their buddy Tony wiped his hands on his blue jeans and grabbed a donut as he passed the table.
    Mitzy leaned in a little closer. “Will you be doing more work at that property?”
    “No.” That was from Bruce.
    “The guy didn’t pay, of course. And now he’s in bankruptcy. A real pain in the, well. A real pain. That was an awesome slab of rock he bought and it’s gonna sit in the house and rot until the bank does something about it. Probably next year.” James seemed to remember