Mystery of the 19th Hole (Taylor Kelsey, Mystery 1) Read Online Free Page B

dressed in plaid skirts and button-up shirts.  Some days out of the year they were allowed to don blouses of their choice.  And the boys, who also wore slacks and button-up shirts, were occasionally allowed to wear jeans.
                  “So, you see,” explained Taylor, as she had been the past ten minutes, “I think there’s a connection between the two cases: the robberies and the murder.”
                  “Because the dad of the suspect worked at the cafeteria?” asked Susan, dumbfounded by Taylor’s far-fetched logic.
                  “Yeah.”
                  “Let’s review, shall we?” said Susan.  “And not Mrs. Thompson’s classic literature lesson.  That was a little too much for me.”
                  “Okay.”
                  Susan Beckette was a strange person.  She was practically a genius, almost as smart as Taylor, but didn’t like people to know.  So she talked fast and often times acted dumb.  Then, when people least expected it, she would unleash her mind and put them to shame.  Which is why she loved trivia games.
                  Now she had a notepad and pen in hand.  Reviewing.  “So,” Susan clarified, “there have been a string of robberies in the past three to four months and you think there is a gang behind all of them.  Right?”
                  Taylor thought it over.  “We prefer the term ‘ring’ rather than ‘gang.’”
                  “Okay,” muttered Susan, writing it down, “got it.”
                  “And there’s been a recent murder in a cafeteria that doesn’t add up.”
                  “Says you.”
                  “Says the evidence,” retorted Taylor.
                  “Does evidence speak?”
                  “Quite loudly actually,” Taylor answered. 
                  Susan finished penning a sentence.  “The body of a Mr. Brad Ringer was found lying face up, but the waitress named Chelsea found it face down.”
                  “Yes.”
                  “The medical examiner says the time of death was five hours before the body was found.”
                  “Yes.”
                  “And Aaron Cadell used the bathroom five minutes before Chelsea found the body.”
                  “Yes.”
                  “In the bathroom!” pressed Susan.
                  “Yes.”
                  “Furthermore”—Susan lifted her pen to her chin—“the murder weapon, dripping with the victim’s blood, was found in the man’s inside jacket pocket.”
                  “Correct.”
                  “Phew!” exclaimed Susan.
                  “What?”
                  “You said correct instead of yes .  You’d said yes four times in a row before that.  Thank you for the switch.”
                  “Your welcome.  Continue,” said Taylor.
                  “Okay.  Other than the circumstantial evidence: the time Aaron went into the bathroom and the murder weapon found in his pocket,” Susan said in an expressed tone, “he had a crush on Chelsea, the waitress, who was dating Brad Ringer.  That’s motive, means, and opportunity, which is what police detectives look for in a suspect.”
                  Taylor nodded.  “Susan, Susan, Susan.  You might be forgetting that Aaron Cadell is still only a suspect.  Albeit the evidence is stacked against him, but that’s the very reason I think he is innocent.”
                  Whipping out a folder and opening it before Susan, Taylor explained, pointing to the picture on the top, “Exhibit A.  Aaron Cadell’s jacket was zipped up the entire time he was in the restaurant.  He swears