A Mother's Day Murder (Mt. Abrams Mysteries Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
I had three projects waiting for me upstairs, and I wouldn’t get paid this week if I didn’t finish them, but all I could think about was the empty dresser drawers in the Mitchell house. Shelly had spooned sugar into her coffee and was still stirring it, and the spoon was making soft clinking noises as it hit the sides of the mug. I had been listening to it for what seemed to be ten minutes. “Shel, stop stirring,” I growled. “I think your sugar has dissolved by now.” She shot me a look. “What’s with you anyway? You’re a bit touchy.” “I think something awful happened to Lacey,” I blurted out. “I can’t stop thinking about her. Which is so weird, because I don’t know her well and certainly don’t like her very much. Carol, do you have a number for this Sam person?” She shook her head. “No, but I can get one. I’ll see if we can get an appointment later this morning.”
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