Daisy Ann's bottom hit the kitchen chair with a thud.
"You've spilled coffee all over your house coat," Monroe said. "Did you burn yourself?"
If she did, she hadn't felt it. She excused herself and went to her bedroom. Several minutes later, she reappeared in street clothes.
"I'm fine. Nothing's blistered. Forget about me, Monroe. Just fill me in on what happened."
"I don't know much. I was on duty, but I was on the other side of the county. The call came in over the radio. By the time I got there, there wasn't much left. Fire Marshal's going back over there today."
"Have mercy on us, Matilda," Daisy Ann said.
"How's the cleanup going? You find anything unusual?" Monroe asked.
It was the shock, she thought, trying to find some kind of logical thread in the young man's conversation. He's trying to get my mind off this horrible news. How kind and considerate of Monroe.
"Well," she said, humoring the deputy and trying to make him feel like he was helping her, "there's a lot of old produce that's rotted. Not to mention, several jars of pickled red eggs that I'm throwing out. I don't know why Deke's so fond of ordering those things! And all that meat's gotta go. Have you ever seen souse meat that's gone rancid, Monroe?"
"No ma'am. I can't say that I have."
"Well, you're lucky. I swear that stuff looks like gray gelatin sitting in that meat case, but let it spoil, and it looks like something aliens have jettisoned from the space craft! From their otherworldly toilets, you know!"
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It's Murder at the Buy-Right
Misteri / ThrillerIt's murder at the Buy-Right, a small town grocery store, a cozy-mystery set in rural America. When a body is found behind the store in a dumpster, Daisy Ann, the cashier, is mortified. She sets out to find the killer before he strikes again.
