Suspicious Minds (Squeaky Clean Series, Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Christy Barritt
quite an imagination. I had to give her that. I guess that's what made her a good writer. Not that I'd ever read-or seen, for that matterany of her mysteries.
"Tea, anyone?" Using my foot, I pushed several issues of Popular Science and Rolling Stone to the floor in order to set the tray on the coffee table. My mother had to be frowning on me from heaven. I was raised with better manners than this, but what's a girl to do? I only had two hands.
"I would have helped you with that; Riley said, half his lip curled in a grin.
"I make do with what I have. What can I say?"
And this is why I could never be with Riley. A lawyer could never be married to someone like me. I'd be an embarrassment to all of his highfalutin friends. He needed someone cultured and elegant.
"Well, I think I've figured out what's wrong with Mrs. Morgan:" Riley perched on the end of the burnt orange recliner. Okay, the awful decorating scheme wasn't all my fault. I had a very limited budget. Hand-me-downs and thrift stores had been good friends when I first moved in.
I fixed myself some Lipton tea-nothing fancy ever saw the inside of my cupboards-with lots of sugar. I noticed no one else seemed thirsty. Was it the gravy pitcher?
"I'm pretty sure you've been a victim of identify theft," Riley said. "We just need to make a few phone calls, and hopefully we'll be able to straighten everything out"
She grabbed his hand. I always knew Mrs. Mystery had Riley on her romantic radar. She seemed like the type who would go for a younger man. "Really, Riley? Is it that easy?" She looked at him like he was the hero to her damsel in distress.
"Identity theft is very common nowadays, Mrs. Morgan. We'll get this straightened out. It may take a few days" Riley explained that she'd received a cell phone bill for an account she had never opened.
"How did they get my information?" The eccentric woman's whole body quivered with tension. Come to think of it, I'd never seen her look relaxed.
Riley explained that sometimes thieves went through trash cans. "It's important to shred any papers containing personal information."
Mrs. Mystery's eyes widened. "I don't own a paper shredder. I've never heard of such a thing"
You'd think Riley had asked her to perform heart surgery with a dull spoon. Perhaps it was an excuse for Riley to take her shopping?
Riley promised to go upstairs and make the calls for her. He'd been lured into her web of seduction. I just knew it. I would sit back and enjoy the show as it played out.
When I opened the door to let them out, I spotted someone about to knock at Riley's apartment. The man turned and grinned when he spotted the lawyer behind me.
"Hey, Riley. I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I stopped by." The man had shaggy hair and a dopey grin, reminding me of, well, Shaggy from Scooby-Doo. "I can see I'm catching you at a bad time"
"You're fine" Riley stepped forward. "Randy, these are my neighbors Gabby and Mrs. Morgan. Ladies, this is Randy. He's the pastor at the church I attend"
We called out polite hellos. He certainly didn't look like any pastor I'd ever met. Of course, new churches were trying to appeal to a younger crowd, so I wasn't really surprised. Riley's church was supposed to be pretty cutting-edge, from what I understood. I still owed him a visit.
During a close call with death during my last investigation when I'd discovered the real killer-not the dead one in my kitchen-I'd promised God that I would attend church if I survived. Well, I still had blood in my veins and air in my lungs, but I hadn't been to church yet. Sometimes I felt guilty; then I justified it by thinking: Well, I didn't put a timeline on it. I still plan on going sometime.
"I was hoping I could talk to you later about some outreach events that might appeal to non-Christians in the area:' Randy stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
I frowned at the pastor's word choice and stepped back into my apartment before I said something I'd later
"Tea, anyone?" Using my foot, I pushed several issues of Popular Science and Rolling Stone to the floor in order to set the tray on the coffee table. My mother had to be frowning on me from heaven. I was raised with better manners than this, but what's a girl to do? I only had two hands.
"I would have helped you with that; Riley said, half his lip curled in a grin.
"I make do with what I have. What can I say?"
And this is why I could never be with Riley. A lawyer could never be married to someone like me. I'd be an embarrassment to all of his highfalutin friends. He needed someone cultured and elegant.
"Well, I think I've figured out what's wrong with Mrs. Morgan:" Riley perched on the end of the burnt orange recliner. Okay, the awful decorating scheme wasn't all my fault. I had a very limited budget. Hand-me-downs and thrift stores had been good friends when I first moved in.
I fixed myself some Lipton tea-nothing fancy ever saw the inside of my cupboards-with lots of sugar. I noticed no one else seemed thirsty. Was it the gravy pitcher?
"I'm pretty sure you've been a victim of identify theft," Riley said. "We just need to make a few phone calls, and hopefully we'll be able to straighten everything out"
She grabbed his hand. I always knew Mrs. Mystery had Riley on her romantic radar. She seemed like the type who would go for a younger man. "Really, Riley? Is it that easy?" She looked at him like he was the hero to her damsel in distress.
"Identity theft is very common nowadays, Mrs. Morgan. We'll get this straightened out. It may take a few days" Riley explained that she'd received a cell phone bill for an account she had never opened.
"How did they get my information?" The eccentric woman's whole body quivered with tension. Come to think of it, I'd never seen her look relaxed.
Riley explained that sometimes thieves went through trash cans. "It's important to shred any papers containing personal information."
Mrs. Mystery's eyes widened. "I don't own a paper shredder. I've never heard of such a thing"
You'd think Riley had asked her to perform heart surgery with a dull spoon. Perhaps it was an excuse for Riley to take her shopping?
Riley promised to go upstairs and make the calls for her. He'd been lured into her web of seduction. I just knew it. I would sit back and enjoy the show as it played out.
When I opened the door to let them out, I spotted someone about to knock at Riley's apartment. The man turned and grinned when he spotted the lawyer behind me.
"Hey, Riley. I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I stopped by." The man had shaggy hair and a dopey grin, reminding me of, well, Shaggy from Scooby-Doo. "I can see I'm catching you at a bad time"
"You're fine" Riley stepped forward. "Randy, these are my neighbors Gabby and Mrs. Morgan. Ladies, this is Randy. He's the pastor at the church I attend"
We called out polite hellos. He certainly didn't look like any pastor I'd ever met. Of course, new churches were trying to appeal to a younger crowd, so I wasn't really surprised. Riley's church was supposed to be pretty cutting-edge, from what I understood. I still owed him a visit.
During a close call with death during my last investigation when I'd discovered the real killer-not the dead one in my kitchen-I'd promised God that I would attend church if I survived. Well, I still had blood in my veins and air in my lungs, but I hadn't been to church yet. Sometimes I felt guilty; then I justified it by thinking: Well, I didn't put a timeline on it. I still plan on going sometime.
"I was hoping I could talk to you later about some outreach events that might appeal to non-Christians in the area:' Randy stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
I frowned at the pastor's word choice and stepped back into my apartment before I said something I'd later
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