Candy Cane Killer – Kathleen Suzette

My sister was coming to visit in the morning, and I knew things would get hectic, so I wanted some alone time with Alec. We were at The Pitt. The Pitt was a barbecue place that featured the most tender brisket and steaks you could imagine. Not to mention beef ribs that fell off the bone. You could smell the smoking oak wood for a couple of miles around.

It was one of my favorite places to eat when I came home to visit. “So, what do you recommend?” Alec asked, looking over the menu. “Mmm, anything. Everything is good here. But if you like to get messy, the ribs can’t be beat,” I said. It was after six o’clock in the evening and the place was filling up fast. The room was warm and felt good after being outside in the chilly air. The ambiance of The Pitt was warm and homey.

Each booth and table was covered in a red and white check tablecloth and cold drinks were served in Mason jars. “I think I’m going to have to go with those ribs,” Alec said after looking over the menu a few more minutes. “Now what about sides?” “Well, you have to go with the coleslaw. It’s famous all over the county. And the beans are wonderful, too.

I’m going to have a side salad with ranch along with the beans, and I think the brisket.” The waitress came and set a basket of sliced garlic toast on the table and took our orders. “I’ll be right back,” she said with a smile and was gone. “Well, look who’s here,” Alec said, looking over my head. I turned and looked behind me. Elmer Jones. It took all I had not to curl my lip in disgust. I turned back to Alec.

“Maybe he won’t see us.” “I don’t think we’re in luck there,” he said. Elmer was beside our table lightening quick. “Hey, Allie, how you doing?” he said, ignoring Alec. “I’m wonderful, Elmer. You’ve met my boyfriend, Alec, haven’t you?” I said. I couldn’t help myself. Nobody ignores Alec and gets away with it on my watch. The smile left Elmer’s face, but he didn’t look at Alec. “Yeah, I met him. Say, Allie, you should get back here to visit more often.

Copyright © 2016 by Kate Bell. All rights reserved. This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination, or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronically or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author or publisher.

1kitap1.com/en Other books by Kate Bell Apple Pie A La Murder, A Cozy Baked Murder, Book 1 Trick or Treat and Murder, A Cozy Baked Murder, Book 2 Turkey Trot Terror A Cozy Baked Murder, Book 3 1kitap1.com/en –1– I sighed when we turned onto Montrose Street.

I was home. My Mama and Daddy had bought the house I grew up in during the first year of their marriage, nearly fifty years ago. Daddy had passed away almost twenty years earlier, but Mama would stay put in that house for the rest of her life, I was sure.

The house had all the charm you would expect in an old Southern home. A white picket fence surrounded the property and the cottage style house boasted gingerbread trim and a wide wraparound porch. Magnolia trees shaded the front yard and rose bushes lined the white picket fence.

There was a large backyard with peach, apple, plum, and pear trees. The porch was my favorite part of the house. It was wide and accommodating and Daddy had installed wide paddled ceiling fans so the summers would be more bearable during the evenings. Tears sprang to my eyes as we pulled into the driveway.

“We’re home, kids,” I said, and wiped my eyes with a tissue. “What a beautiful house,” Alec remarked. “Isn’t it?” I said and opened the door to the minivan we had rented at the airport in Mobile. Mama hated to drive far, even though she was only in her early seventies and I had decided it would just make things easier all the way around if we rented the van.

That way we would also have it to run around town if we wanted to. The front door of the house swung open and Mama came out and stood on the porch and waved. I broke into a run and threw myself into her arms and started crying all over again. How was it I had managed to move so far away and stay all these years?

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