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Mara's Murder von Schilke, Anna (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 30.05.2016
  • Verlag: BookBaby
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Mara's Murder

Cynthia Denison's best friend, Mara Taylor, was found dead. Cy has to find out who killed Mara and why. But how can she? Cy has been arrested for Mara's murder.

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    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: none
    Seitenzahl: 246
    Erscheinungsdatum: 30.05.2016
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781483568997
    Verlag: BookBaby
    Größe: 670kBytes
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Mara's Murder

Chapter 2 "When you went 'out' last Tuesday, where did you go?" The obnoxious officer spoke again. "To the grocery store." "Can anyone substantiate that?" "What? I need an alibi for going to the grocery store?" He just looked at her. "Well, the check-out gal might remember me. Or the kid in produce. But they see so many people every day, they might not remember what day I was there or may not remember me at all." "May we please come in?" the big officer said. Sighing, Cy turned and opened her door, gesturing for the officers to follow her. She sat on the couch, forcing them to sit together on the loveseat. Said she, "What's this all about?" Ignoring her question, the shorter man said, "What do you know about Mara Taylor's schedule, habits, and associations?" Cy shrugged. "She's dedicated to her research, never misses an appointment or meeting. I don't know the people she shares office space with. Why? Please tell me why you want to know about Mara." The tall officer spoke, "Mara Taylor did not show up for an early morning meeting Wednesday. I guess it was a very important meeting because her supervisor went to her home to check on her and found her dead at her desk." Cy sat back into the comfort of the cushions on her couch. "Oh, no." She did not look at the officers, her mind went back to the past, nearly ten years, that she knew Mara. Cy could not fathom that her friend was dead. Vaguely Cy was aware that the short officer had gotten up and wandered around her home. She felt rather than saw or heard him go into her laboratory. When the house was built, the room she used as her soils lab was intentioned to be a rather large walk-in pantry off the kitchen. It was perfect for her research. Not only was the size without flaw for a surround lab system, it was close to everything she did: eat, sleep, bathroom. She used her kitchen oven to dry soil samples, and stored much of her equipment in the kitchen as well. Before Cy could yell at him to get out of her lab, she heard him in the kitchen talking on his radio but she could not make out what he said. She looked at the taller officer, noticing for the first time his name badge: Officer Barry N. Rest. "What's the 'N' stand for?" she asked rather fragmented. She felt zoned out in the shock and unreality of the news they had given her. She needed something real, tangible, to hang on to. Cy pointed, "Your name badge, what does the 'N' stand for?" "Name." "Yeah, I know it's your name badge, but...it's ok. Your middle name is none of my business." Officer Rest smiled at her. "My middle name is Name." He explained, "I was born in a white hospital; my mother and I almost died. The hospital staff insisted that my grandmother name me right then and there. She was very old and had not spent much time off the reservation. She practiced the customs and traditions of our people. She did not understand the customs of the white people. She did not fully understand the form or what they wanted from her. She wanted to know if the whites were going to take our bodies away and bury us. She wanted to know if we would be put to rest. She was somewhat panicked wanting to do a ceremony for us. They wanted a name. The result of the confusion was...bury 'n' rest. Barry Name Rest." "Oh. How horrible." She was sure he had suffered much hazing about his name since grade school. She had endured much razing as a teen as well; she sympathized with other bullied kids. "Not really. Most people call me Bear, short for Barry." "There's nothing short about you." He grinned. "That's why, on the street, I'm called Big Bear." The obnoxious officer returned to the living room. "What do you do?" he asked her. Cy turned to him and

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