Ornamental Danger: A Holiday Short Story (Working Stiff Mysteries) - Plot & Excerpts
"Coach, I'm going to need to take you down to the station for a chat." Coach responded by spitting onto the ground, just a little too close to Stella's shiny hubcaps for my comfort. "Is that right? You could have just called and asked me to come by." I had to agree with Coach on this one. The two police cruisers with lights and sirens were a bit over the top. I opened my mouth to say as much, but a sideward glance from Ty stopped my voice before it erupted. "Well, nonetheless, we need to have a bit of a talk, and I'd like you to take a ride with us right now." Coach looked over his shoulder. The crowd had stopped their shopping and were now gathered around the edge of the tent, trying to listen in to the ongoing police matter. "I can cover things here, Coach." My voice sounded cheerier than I'd intended, and the Coach gave me a squinted-eye glare in response. He knew that I didn't really enjoy working with him and that I didn't haggle for the price of trees like he'd trained me to do.
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