Memory sometimes played tricks on Daisy Ann. As she looked down at the battered piece of junk that used to be Santa's favorite chariot, she shook her head.
"That sleigh's seen better days. A puff of wind would blow that thing into dust."
She sneezed, quickly checking to see if the twisted, battered, dented thing was a pile of debris at her feet.
"On to Plan B," she mumbled.
Her shoulders were slumped as she drove into the lot of the Buy-Right. She had no idea how to come up with a sleigh out of thin air.
No idea at all.
Wait a minute. Wait a cotton-picking second.
And there it was.
The answer to her dilemma had been staring her in the face for at least thirty seconds.
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It's Murder at the Buy-Right
Mystery / 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.
