Strolling Into Danger (A Seagrove Cozy Mystery Book 6) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Leona Fox
out?”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Sadie said. “Looking back on better days, maybe?”
“We’ll probably never know. There’s not much to go on here, let’s go talk to people,” Zack said and headed toward the door.
They spent the next couple of hours questioning circus people. A clown described the man who argued with Pabelin as a bony young man with round glasses that kept slipping down his nose and messy, sandy hair.
“Justin Ives,” Sadie said when the clown left the trailer.
“I’ll never understand how that man always ends up involved in whatever scandal is going on. He’s a hot mess of a college professor.” To which Zack agreed.
Rupa Street, the ring master’s red-haired wife, flounced into the trailer and freely admitted Pabelin was having an affair with her husband, and that she would have gladly killed them both.
“But there would be no point in killing Pabelin,” she said, “because then he would just sleep with someone else. The only thing to do would be to kill Maestro, and I can’t bring myself to do it. How could I live without him?”
She looked directly into Zack’s eyes with such an open frankness Sadie had to believe she was telling the truth.
Rupa said something else of interest before she flounced back out of the trailer, “if you really want to know who killed Pabelin, you should talk to Wen Felton. I’m sure he knows more than anyone about Pabelin. More than Alena or Roman.”
“Why do you say that?” Zack asked, but Rupa slipped from the trailer without answering.
Then it was time for Zack and Sadie to watch the performance.
Chapter Three
The circus was enjoyable, but Sadie thought the performers were in mourning, their hearts weren’t in the performance. It wasn’t that anything was lacking; it was just a sadness in a way she’d never experienced at a circus. It was like watching a toy car whose battery was failing. She was feeling sad when Zack drove her home and she wished they would close the circus for a few days.
Sadie took Mr. Bradshaw for a walk in the park before loading him into her car and driving up to the community college located on the bluff above the ocean. The wind was coming in off the water, smelling of salt. Mr. Bradshaw shook once when the breeze hit him, ruffling his coat. Then he stuck his nose in the air and sniffed before following Sadie to the history department.
Associate Professor Justin Ives dropped his face into his hands when Sadie walked into his office. A muffled groan reached her ears. Mr. Bradshaw trotted over and put his paws on the young man's leg. Justin raised his head and rubbed Mr. B on the head and Mr. B jumped into his lap.
"Why is it that whenever I have words with a person they die like, the very next day?" He asked. "I don't understand it."
"Maybe you're drawn to trouble," Sadie said.
"Some people are." He just shook his head and looked miserable.
"Do they think I killed her?"
"Not that I know of," Sadie said.
"It doesn't seem like you. Then again it doesn't seem like you to argue with a fortune teller. What did she say?"
"It wasn't what she said so much as what she didn't say. She gave me the general spiel about success and love, but then she looked frightened and clammed up. I asked what was wrong, but she lied and said nothing was wrong. I got mad. It was clear to me she saw something and wouldn't tell me what it was."
He slammed his hands down on his desk, startling Mr. Bradshaw, who jumped down and went back to Sadie.
"If something bad is going to happen I want to know. I want to be ready for it."
“You do know most fortune tellers just make it up, don’t you? They have a series of scripts that they ‘tell your fortune’ from. You know it’s a sham?” Sadie was appalled that he thought Pabelin might have been able to see something in his future.
“She was the real deal,” he
“I was thinking the same thing,” Sadie said. “Looking back on better days, maybe?”
“We’ll probably never know. There’s not much to go on here, let’s go talk to people,” Zack said and headed toward the door.
They spent the next couple of hours questioning circus people. A clown described the man who argued with Pabelin as a bony young man with round glasses that kept slipping down his nose and messy, sandy hair.
“Justin Ives,” Sadie said when the clown left the trailer.
“I’ll never understand how that man always ends up involved in whatever scandal is going on. He’s a hot mess of a college professor.” To which Zack agreed.
Rupa Street, the ring master’s red-haired wife, flounced into the trailer and freely admitted Pabelin was having an affair with her husband, and that she would have gladly killed them both.
“But there would be no point in killing Pabelin,” she said, “because then he would just sleep with someone else. The only thing to do would be to kill Maestro, and I can’t bring myself to do it. How could I live without him?”
She looked directly into Zack’s eyes with such an open frankness Sadie had to believe she was telling the truth.
Rupa said something else of interest before she flounced back out of the trailer, “if you really want to know who killed Pabelin, you should talk to Wen Felton. I’m sure he knows more than anyone about Pabelin. More than Alena or Roman.”
“Why do you say that?” Zack asked, but Rupa slipped from the trailer without answering.
Then it was time for Zack and Sadie to watch the performance.
Chapter Three
The circus was enjoyable, but Sadie thought the performers were in mourning, their hearts weren’t in the performance. It wasn’t that anything was lacking; it was just a sadness in a way she’d never experienced at a circus. It was like watching a toy car whose battery was failing. She was feeling sad when Zack drove her home and she wished they would close the circus for a few days.
Sadie took Mr. Bradshaw for a walk in the park before loading him into her car and driving up to the community college located on the bluff above the ocean. The wind was coming in off the water, smelling of salt. Mr. Bradshaw shook once when the breeze hit him, ruffling his coat. Then he stuck his nose in the air and sniffed before following Sadie to the history department.
Associate Professor Justin Ives dropped his face into his hands when Sadie walked into his office. A muffled groan reached her ears. Mr. Bradshaw trotted over and put his paws on the young man's leg. Justin raised his head and rubbed Mr. B on the head and Mr. B jumped into his lap.
"Why is it that whenever I have words with a person they die like, the very next day?" He asked. "I don't understand it."
"Maybe you're drawn to trouble," Sadie said.
"Some people are." He just shook his head and looked miserable.
"Do they think I killed her?"
"Not that I know of," Sadie said.
"It doesn't seem like you. Then again it doesn't seem like you to argue with a fortune teller. What did she say?"
"It wasn't what she said so much as what she didn't say. She gave me the general spiel about success and love, but then she looked frightened and clammed up. I asked what was wrong, but she lied and said nothing was wrong. I got mad. It was clear to me she saw something and wouldn't tell me what it was."
He slammed his hands down on his desk, startling Mr. Bradshaw, who jumped down and went back to Sadie.
"If something bad is going to happen I want to know. I want to be ready for it."
“You do know most fortune tellers just make it up, don’t you? They have a series of scripts that they ‘tell your fortune’ from. You know it’s a sham?” Sadie was appalled that he thought Pabelin might have been able to see something in his future.
“She was the real deal,” he
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