Raspberry Creme Murder: A Frosted Love Cozy Mystery - Book 14 (Frosted Love Cozy Mysteries) Read Online Free

think it all happened because of the stupid Garden Walk committee,” she took
a sip of coffee and started to peel back the foil from her cupcake.
    “Wait…what?”
Missy was confused.
    “Sally
had started developing a really close relationship with Sam after I introduced
her to the group, so when she mentioned the Garden Walk committee that she and
I do every year, Sam thought that she intended to give her my spot. Well, that
wasn’t the case at all, and when Sam found out that she’d made an incorrect
assumption, she was furious. She said all sorts of horrible things to Sally and
me, and was so unpleasant that Sally finally agreed to let her help out, but
that wasn’t good enough for Sam. She wanted me out of the picture so that she’d
have Sally’s friendship all to herself. When Sally, stubborn soul that she was,
wouldn’t budge, Sam just kind of…snapped I guess, and now Sally’s gone,” she bit
back a sob and dabbed at her shocking blue eyeliner with a lace hankie.
    Missy
sat staring at Marsha with her mouth hanging open in shock. “Do you really
think that sweet little Samantha killed Sally?”
    Marsha
nodded. “I think little Samantha isn’t nearly as sweet as she seems, and now my
best friend is gone because of her.”
    Chills
ran up and down Missy’s spine at the thought. She didn’t want to believe it,
but it certainly made the hostile behavior that she’d witnessed in Sally’s
kitchen make much more sense. Sam had clearly been trying to drive a wedge
between Sally and Marsha with her insinuations. As much as she wanted Samantha
to be innocent, Missy planned to tell Chas about this conversation as soon as
possible. If Sam really was the killer, he needed to know about it sooner
rather than later.
     

Chapter 5
    Missy
was busy gently arranging mulch around the newly planted petunias in her front
garden when a shadow loomed over her suddenly, startling her. Pulling out the
buds that had been delivering 80’s pop into her ears, she whirled around to see
Samantha Lemmon standing behind her. Heart beating a mile a minute, Missy
gasped.
    “Goodness,
you startled me!” she exclaimed, turning off her iPod, and halfway wondering if
she was going to become the next victim.
    “I’m
sorry,” Samantha plopped down on the grass a few feet from where Missy was
working. “I guess you didn’t hear me talking to you because of the music.” She
was wearing denim capris and a v-necked black t-shirt rather than her typical
outfit of scrubs, and Missy realized that this was the first time she’d ever
seen her in normal clothing.
    Putting
down her bag of mulch and peeling off her work gloves, Missy tried to act
normal, all the while wondering if she was staring into the eyes of a killer.
When she told Chas about her conversation with Marsha, he had said that the
grieving woman had already told him the same thing herself, and now here Missy
was, face-to-face with a suspected murderer.
    “What
brings you to this neck of the woods?” she asked, hoping that she sounded
cheerful.
    “I
needed to talk to someone, and you always struck me as someone who was kind and
thoughtful and intelligent enough to make her own decisions,” Samantha said
sadly.
    “Well,
thanks – I try,” she attempted to joke, but, considering the circumstances, it
fell flat. “So…what’s up?”
    “They
haven’t formally charged me with anything, but, because of the way they’re
questioning and treating me, I think the police believe that I killed Sally,”
Sam said, her eyes wide with pain, whether real or feigned. “I could never have
done that. Sally was never anything but nice to me…I loved her like a sister.”
    Missy
didn’t know what to say. “She was a wonderful person,” was the best that she
could come up with.
    Sam
studied her carefully for a moment. “Well, it looks like they have you
convinced too,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “All of my friends
have turned against me,” she cried. “I was