Give Em Pumpkin To Talk About (Pumpkin Patch Mysteries Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

Mr. Burris because he had sixteen-year-old information about my grandparents? Sheriff Morgan made him sound like a crackpot.”
    “Maybe we should take a look at what George brought with him,” Jack suggested. “Are you up to that now?”
    “I guess I better be.” She took a deep breath. “But you’re right. I should call the sheriff first.”
    “It will take him at least forty minutes to get out here,” he advised as he opened the folder on the table. “Plenty of time to look inside.”
    Sarah was torn between leaving him with the folder and going to get her phone. She felt like snatching it from him so he wouldn’t see what George had brought for her. It could be information that implicated Jack in her grandparents’ disappearance. For all she knew, Jack had shot George before she even got there and pretended that they were in danger. The whole thing could be a set up. She certainly didn’t know him well enough to trust him.
    She moaned and put her head in her hands. “I’m afraid I’m going to be sick again. Could you get the cell phone? It’s in the front seat.” She tossed him the keys. “Thanks.”
    “Sure.”
    As he was going out the door, Sarah opened the folder. She barely glanced inside before she felt her stomach roiling again. There had been a few newspaper clippings and pictures in it. Not much. Maybe when she had more time to study it.  
    “That’s okay if you take a look without me,” he drawled, setting her cell phone on the table. “I looked at all your phone information before I brought it in. We’re even. But that was kind of sneaky. I like it.”
    She called 911 and looked up to see his bearded face close to hers. “Why are you here really? Are you mentally damaged like Mace Nash said? Do you need money to move on?”
    He sat at the table with her. “I might be deranged, but I don’t need your money. I’m here because I made a promise to your grandfather that I intend to keep. Until then, this is my home.”
    That drove her even crazier. “What kind of promise? Are you the same kid who was here right before they disappeared?”
    He slid the file away from her and began sorting through the contents. “Better hope the sheriff gets here fast. He might not believe your story if George is already cold.”
    “What about you?” she demanded. “What’s your story going to be?”
    “I don’t expect to be here. He and I have talked before. I don’t see any reason to do it again.”
    “They’ll think I’m responsible for this.”
    “With that little toy?” He grinned at the gun on the table. “Hardly. It sounded like a Ruger to me—maybe a 77. It makes a loud report like the one we heard.”
    “The sheriff might think you killed George.” She wanted to see the smug look disappear from his face, but she was disappointed.
    “Not if he’s smart.” He put the file back on the table.  “Why would someone want to kill George? What did he know that the killer didn’t want him sharing with you?”
     “I don’t know. Since you claim to know my grandparents, you know they were simple farmers who made a living from this place like a lot of other farmers. I know it seems mysterious that they just left, but I don’t think there are any deep, dark secrets about it.”
    His blue eyes stayed on hers. “So you think George is dead because there was no secret to hide. Good observation.”
    Sarah bristled at his sarcastic tone. “Okay. If you’re so much smarter, why would anyone kill George over what’s in this almost twenty-year-old file?”
    “Because someone has something important to hide that he thought George was about to expose. He didn’t kill you because he doesn’t expect you to understand what it is. He’s not even worried about the sheriff seeing what’s in here. But there’s something we’re missing. People don’t go out in the middle of the night and shoot people for no reason—at least not around here.”
    She didn’t know how to counter that and