Page 61 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

I shrugged. “I’ll call her and stop by on my way home.”

“Kilton is out of the way. We should go this afternoon.”

My head tilted, and I lifted my eyes to peer at him over the note. “It’s not that far from Castle Hollow and if something happened with her daughter, I don’t mind going to talk to them.”

His face paled, and he shook his head. “Nah, let’s go after lunch. We can grab a bite at that place near the inn.”

“The Salty Chef?” I scrunched up my face. “I don’t feel like meat today.”

“So get a salad.” He reached for his coffee. “Then we’ll go talk to her about her dead daughter.”

He’s keeping track of the girls. Play it cool, Moody.

“The daughter is dead?” I took a seat and folded my hands on my desk.

His eyes widened and went back to normal as he nodded and swallowed hard. “Yeah. It was in the papers.”

“Damn. I should’ve noticed that.” I sat back and sighed. “What happened? Was it an accident?”

“The obit never said.” He shrugged.

Uh-huh. I nodded. “Well, I guess we’ll do it your way.”

“I do have more experience.” He grinned.

I’ll bet you do. Fucker.

After that comment, I needed to ignore him and focus on anything but torturing his body into a lifeless corpse. “Hey give me one of those reports you need done.”

“Gladly.” He tossed one over to me and I tucked into my work for the next four hours.

Sometime later, the captain knocked on our door. “Hey guys. What have you learned about the Bishop case?”

Sean leaned back and tapped his pen against his lips. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” He raised an eyebrow.

I shook my head. “Miss Bishop told me what she remembered, and it matched the reports done.”

“Keep looking.” He shook his head, muttering under his breath as he walked away.

“You ready for lunch?” Sean smiled and seemed more awake.

I glanced at the clock and nodded. “Sure.”

“Let’s drive separate.” He stretched and stood up. “That way, if we’re with the Callahan’s for a while, we can just go home.”

“Sure.” I stood up. “Let’s go.”

Liz Callahan called and left me a message. Since he left in his car, I pulled the note from my pocket and called her from my car as I pulled out of the parking lot.

The phone rang three times before she answered and her voice sounded shaky. “Missus Callahan? This is detective Moody.”

“You got my message?” She sniffled.

“I did.” I turned onto the road and headed towards Ollin’s diner.

“Does your partner know I called?” She whispered.

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