It was all there in the notebook that Daisy Ann had thought was full of an old Casonova's conquests: Tab Tyler's infamous little black book. It wasn't that at all.
Burnell's handwriting filled the pages of the little book, small and straight and line after line of dates, times, and names.
"Where was this?" Eades asked when Daisy Ann produced the little book from her purse.
"I found it while cleaning out Deke's office. It was stuck in a cubby hole on the bottom row. I thought it was that little address book of Tab's."
"That's been a rumor for decades," Eades said.
"I know," she said. "Who hasn't heard the stories of what a great lover old Tab was in his day? I took it home and meant to look at it, but I never got the chance."
Daisy Ann's breath caught.
"What is it?"
"Monroe came to my house after the fire. I thought he wanted a shoulder to cry on. Not literally, but you know what I mean. Somebody to talk to.
I thought it was weird."
"What?" Eades said.
"Well, out of the blue, he asked me if I'd found anything unusual while cleaning out the store."
"What did you say?"
"I thought he meant stock. I rambled about red pickled eggs and souse meat."
"Lucky, you did."
"I guess so," she said.
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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.
