Murder In Christmas River: A Christmas Cozy Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
There were rumors that a little girl riding the Ferris wheel found a regurgitated blueberry in her hair. That was a hot mess. But it was nothing compared to the kind of day I had had. The only light at the end of the tunnel had been the fact that Daniel had been there for some of it. I heard the front door slam just as I was dozing off to a rerun of The Big Valley, watching Victoria Barkley descend the stairs of her ranch mansion in an outrageous purple dress. I was lying in my room, wrapped in a pile of comforters and flannel sheets to get the cold out, but so far, it wasn’t working. John had tried to stay, but I told him I was tired and just needed some rest. He said he would check up on me in the morning and that he was glad I was okay. I thanked him, and then felt guilty about the whole thing. I should have talked to him on the way over in the car about what I had decided, but it just never came up. I sighed. There were some voices downstairs. Warren’s, and then someone else’s.
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