MURDER on the ROCKS (Allie Griffin Mysteries Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

object. Nobody's found a weapon."
                  "And Reilly?"
                  "His story checks out so far. He was working late at the office. We got a hold of his timesheet. Time of death was about an hour before he got home."
                  "Ok then. Where do I start?"
                  "Start with motive. I'll give you a lead. I can't do the work though. If any of this has my fingerprints on it I can get into some serious trouble. I could lose my pension."
                  "Ok, I'll do what I can."
                  He licked his lips again. "Honey Reilly bought a ton of shoes. She had them custom made. Start there."
                  She waited for more info, until it became painfully obvious that this was all she was going to get. "That's it?"
                  "That's it."
                  "Oooo-kay then. Start with the shoes."
                  "One more thing."
                  "Ok?"
                  "Tomlin thinks you had something to do with your husband's death."
                  "Yeah, I know."
                  Beauchenne looked surprised. "You do?"
                  "He's dropped hints before, the weirdo."
                  Beauchenne turned back to the view of the plain. "It's tabled for now, but if Dupond wants him to back off this thing as soon as I think he wants him to, he may switch gears and use the free time to go after you. I'm just saying. I can do all I can to vouch for you, but he's itching to make a score."
                  Allie breathed a heavy sigh into the chill night air. "Hoo boy. Ok, thanks."
                  "Just be careful."
                  "Will do."
                  "Oh, one more thing."
                  "Another one more thing?"
                  "When it's time, you'll need to use the press."
                  "And how will I—"
                  "You'll know."
                  She nodded. "Follow the shoes. Use the press. Got it."
                  "You got work to do."
                  "Oh, I sure do. Thanks, Frank. You've been a treat. Any chance of dinner any time soon?"
                  "Soon," he said.
                  Like the gentleman he was, Beauchenne waited for Allie's car to start and pull away before he got into his own. And Allie's mind prepared to begin moving the details into position.

6.
     
                  Bennett Reilly's front door opened up on a living room that looked as though someone had clipped it from a magazine. A walnut baby grand piano that had obviously served as little more than a very expensive shelf for picture frames dominated a corner of the room, and the rest of the space was taken up by miscellaneous objects d'art and antiques.
                  "This is lovely," Allie said, allowing Bennett to take her coat.
                  "My wife. I suppose I could let you in on the secret. A lot of the smaller knick-knacks were scrounged from thrift stores. It made no difference to Honey. Antiques were antiques wherever they came from. Come inside, I've got coffee on."
                  He led her through the kitchen into another living space and bade her wait here. This room was a bit more accommodating. A large L-shaped couch was the dominating piece here. Beautiful masonry adorned the chase and mantel of the giant fireplace against the far wall. The perks of working in the quarry industry , she thought. Windows looked out onto woods that seemed to go on forever. She craned her neck to view the high ceilings and the lights that were set into it. The whole place was warm and inviting. Knick-knacks were everywhere, presumably more of Honey's acquisitions. A peculiar thing struck Allie: There were no pictures