MURDER TO GO (Food Truck Mysteries Book 1) Read Online Free

they didn’t get along. You could hear them yelling from here sometimes. They weren’t shy about it.”
    “What about?” I asked. If I couldn’t get the scoop on Danvers, then maybe I could just get information to pass on to him. “I heard some customers talking about it today.”
    “Everything. Fred ran an old-fashioned food truck, the type that went to construction sites in the 1970s. He didn’t care for trends and fusion fare and hipsters. His son, Tony, is younger and wants to grow the business. Fred hated that phrase and told Tony to forget about it. Fred’s fine with the status quo, but Tony wants to make a profit to presumably win the ladies.”
    I looked at Land. He worked side-by-side with me. He knew all of this information, and I knew nothing. Perhaps I’d been too self-absorbed lately to see past my own worries. “Was he successful with the ladies?”
    Land winced. “Fred looks better than Tony—even when he’s headless.”
    The thought of seeing Fred Samples’ head in the serving tray appeared again before my eyes. My stomach roiled, and for a moment, I thought I might hurl on Land. Finally, I got my stomach under control again. Maybe looking into this matter to score points with the detective was not such a great idea.
    “Duly noted. So do you think that Meat Treats will be back soon?” I thought of what he’d said about the truck’s location and our site. We could keep our own customers who would only have to walk a couple of blocks and pick up the customers from Meat Treats.
    Land shrugged. “I don’t know. I do know that the inspectors will go through the truck thoroughly, and I do mean thoroughly , to ensure that it’s safe after the amount of blood that was in that truck. Cleaning to get rid of all that is going to take days, if not weeks. We won’t be seeing that truck any time soon.”
    A thought passed through my head. “So they won’t be at their location tomorrow?” I asked, thinking of the extra profits from being next to the government buildings downtown. I knew that Fred had to have been pulling down 30–40 percent more sales than we were. Even if Tony had wanted more, Fred was doing exceptionally well. Additional profits meant that I might even get to buy a new car and get rid of the Buick. I started thinking of sexy car models.
    “Seriously, you’re going to take his spot tomorrow?” Land seemed surprised. I was too. I would have thought that he would have jumped at the idea. Maybe I didn’t know him at all. He seemed downright mournful about Fred. I had put him down as heartless, because he hadn’t attended my aunt’s visitation or funeral. Not even a card. I knew he’d been pissed about not getting the truck, but not paying your respects to the dead was steadfastly disapproved of in my family.
    “Yeah, why not?” I could only see the additional profits, and perhaps a new MINI Cooper for me. I was thinking of yellow as the color for it.
    “If you have to ask, I’m not going to tell you. Do what you want.” With that, Land opened the door and jumped down.
    As was my afternoon ritual, I drove the truck to the secured parking lot a few blocks away. Since the truck was the entire business, Alice had found a parking lot with more lights than a stadium and enough cameras to focus one on each parking spot in the lot. It optimized my idea of a safeguarded lot. I found my car and headed for home and a nap.
     
    I got to the truck early the next morning. Both Land and I had keys to the truck so that neither of us had to wait for the other to get in and start the daily prep. We texted each other when we picked up the truck, so that the other one didn’t go to the secured lot unnecessarily. I drove to Fred’s spot and parked the truck in the exact spot.
    I was a bit jumpy considering that I was parking on a deserted city street at four in the morning—without a single soul in sight—at the location of a brutal murder. Every sound on the street made me jump. I was