Mobsters and Lobsters (A Hooked & Cooked Cozy Mystery Series Book 2) Read Online Free

and what was up with the pig? And the biggest question of all was—when did Great Aunt Caroline send a letter to this person? Hannah didn’t know she would inherit the ocean-side property on the coast of Maine until the lawyer called her after Caroline died last year. Did Caroline have all this planned before she died?
    “Hello,” the woman said, waving her hand in front of Hannah’s face. “Where’s Caroline?”
    “Why is there a pig in your car?”
    The woman’s hands flew up. “Oh. Of course. Petunia needs to get out. We’ve been driving all night.” She opened the passenger door and the small pig hopped out and started to root around in the sand.
    Nellie sniffed the pig and wagged her tail. She got down on her two front paws in a play bow and the pig charged. Hannah was speechless. The woman screeched with delight and the pig chased Nellie.
    The woman brought her attention back to Hannah. “It looks like Petunia found a friend. I’m guessing Caroline isn’t here at the moment? Where should I put my stuff?”
    Hannah watched as Jack walked around the convertible and carefully wiped a speck of dirt off the hood. “Did you trade in your old Volvo for this beauty, Hannah?”
    Hannah shook her head and nodded toward the purple haired old lady standing next to her.
    “Jack? Is that you? Haven’t seen you in a million years! Remember when you, me, and Caroline went skinny dipping and shocked all her guests?”
    “Pearl Amato?”
    Pearl flicked her wrist. “Pearl Martini now. Tony Amato and I split up thirty years ago. The only plus from that marriage is Rocky .” She eyed Hannah. “He’s about your age, honey. Are you looking for a man?”
    “You have a son my age?” Hannah asked with her eyes opened wide.
    “Oh no, honey. He’s my grandson.”
    Jack saved Hannah. “What in tarnation are you doing here, Pearl? Caroline’s going to be mighty pissed that you didn’t come before she kicked the bucket.”
    The color under Pearl’s heavily powdered face drained away. “Dead? Caroline is dead? When? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” She held up a letter. “I got this from her just a couple of weeks ago.”
    Jack snatched the letter from Pearl’s hand. “That doesn’t make sense. It must have gotten lost in the mail somewhere. Caroline died last year.” He studied the letter and read out loud, “ Pearl, come meet the new owner of my cottages. You can stay for as long as you like .” Jack looked up. “Something doesn’t add up. It was postmarked on March twelfth of this year—that’s a year after she died. Exactly.”
    Before they could come up with any more speculation about Great Aunt Caroline, Sherry Wolfe screamed and jumped behind Jack. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held on tight. “What’s that pig doing? Is it going to hurt me?”
    “Hurt you?” Pearl huffed in a most grumpy tone. “Your screaming probably scarred her for life. And let go of Jack. You aren’t his type.” Pearl crouched down. “Come to mommy my wittle snufflebug.” She dug around in her skirt pocket and extracted a handful of grapes that Petunia gobbled from her hand.
    Pearl hooked a leash onto Petunia’s harness and stood up. “So, which cottage are we staying in?”
    Sherry pointed at Petunia. “If that swine stays here, I’m leaving.”
    “Don’t slam the door on your way out,” Pearl said and headed to the office. “I’ll wait in there for someone to help me.”
    Sherry glared at Hannah. “Well?”
    Hannah’s head was spinning. This day started with more drama than she wanted in a whole month. “I’m sorry Mrs. Wolfe. This, um, visitor dropped in unexpectedly, but since she was invited by my Great Aunt Caroline who left this beautiful business to me, I feel I have to honor the invitation. But don’t worry, I will insist that Petunia doesn’t bother you.” What she left unsaid was that she wouldn’t be surprised if a ton of bother followed Pearl and Petunia to her beautiful ocean