Kousins Kan't Kill (Rutledge Historical Society Cozy Mysteries, Book 3) by Jerri Kay Lincoln
Release date: December 11, 2018
Subgenre: Cozy Mystery
About Kousins Kan't Kill:
This is the third book in the Rutledge Historical Society Cozy Mystery Series.
When Lorry Lockharte’s cousin, Kasey, is accused of murder, Lorry feels like once again she must work to find the murderer. Did Kasey do it, or is she truly innocent as she claims? Lorry isn’t so sure about this one. Not only did Kasey have the opportunity and the motive, but she picked up the murder weapon. Will Lorry find the murderer only to discover that it really is Kasey?
When Lorry Lockharte’s cousin, Kasey, is accused of murder, Lorry feels like once again she must work to find the murderer. Did Kasey do it, or is she truly innocent as she claims? Lorry isn’t so sure about this one. Not only did Kasey have the opportunity and the motive, but she picked up the murder weapon. Will Lorry find the murderer only to discover that it really is Kasey?
Excerpt:
My cousin Kasey, who worked next door at the Rutledge Koffee Korner
Kafe, interrupted my pleasant reverie. The bell on the door jingled
as she breezed right through with her bright yellow waitress
uniform. She looked serious. Kasey never looked serious. I didn’t
think I had ever seen her without a smile on her face.
“Kasey! What’s wrong?” I asked before she even had a chance to get
all the way through the door.
“Oh, Lorry. I’m in trouble, so much trouble. Deep trouble.”
Although I doubted it, her expression made me reconsider. Kasey was
never in trouble. She had always done the right thing in school,
had married her high school sweetheart, and now had two children
and a happy marriage.
“Tell me. What’s wrong?”
“When I went to the post office this morning, there was this dead
guy on the floor. I know he was dead because there was blood all
over, and a gun on the floor beside him that smelled like it had
just been fired. I’m sure somebody saw me.” She shook her head.
“I’m in so much trouble.”
I stood up and grabbed her hands. “Kasey! Please tell me you didn’t
pick up the gun to see if it had been fired.” Nodding my head and
raising my eyebrows, I continued, “You just got down on your knees
and sniffed it, right? You didn’t touch it, right?”
Tears slid down her cheeks, and she shook her head. “I picked it up
to sniff it, because I thought it was important that I should
know.”
It was too much to hope for, I knew. Kasey had always been an
airhead. Resigned, I shook my head and slumped back into my chair.
“Oh, Kasey, I can’t believe you did that. But I’m sure it will be
all right. You found some random dead guy in the post office. Why
would anyone think you would have any connection to him?” After I
paused for a second, I asked, “You didn’t do anything else stupid
to the body, did you?” Yes, I asked her that. I’m a calls ’em as I
sees ’em kind of person. And what I saw wasn’t good, and I had to
know how not good it was.
She nodded without looking at me. “I did.”
“What?” I asked, exasperated. This was too much to believe, even
for Kasey.
“I kissed him.”
“Why would you kiss a dead guy? Someone you didn’t even know!” I demanded.
Kasey lifted her head, tears still streaming down, and said,
“Because I did know him; I was having an affair with him.”
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