Page 48 of Death By Llama
“Missing?What are you talking about?”
“She was in Bar Harbor yesterday and today she’s not here and there’s been an incident that the police need to discuss with her.”
“What do the police want to talk to Ashley about?”
“Nick Grayson has died.”
“Oh.Bummer.Well, I doubt she knows anything about that.”
“How do you know that?”I finally found the coffee and I started scooping it into a filter in the coffee pot.I had no idea how to use this machine but I was good at fudging it.That was probably going to be on my headstone.
Sophie LaFleur.
She fudged it.
“Because I just saw her.She’s in Boston.”
“Oh, right.Well have her give the sheriff a call just so he knows she’s safe.”
“How about he calls her?Why does she need to do his job?”
I had an answer for that but I didn’t want to make an enemy of Brad.I just pursed my lips.Then I said, “Thank you for your time.”
Tossing my phone on the counter, I sighed.So if Brad was telling the truth, Ashley didn’t push Nick.She didn’t push Peanut either because I had seen her too far away from the cliff at the moment of impact.
I was officially nowhere.
I turned the coffee pot on and nothing happened.
THIRTEEN
“What are you doing?”
I jumped, sloshing more water out of the back of the coffee maker.
“Darn it.”I glanced toward the door to see Oliver standing there.His cheeks were flushed and his grimace created a furrow between his perfect eyebrows.
“I’m trying to make coffee,” I said, shifting the coffee maker to keep from dropping it totally.A coffee maker was surprisingly heavy once it was filled with water.
“By carrying it around the kitchen?”
I shot him a look, then hurried to set the heavy and wet machine back down on the counter.“I was moving it to another outlet.It wouldn’t turn on and I was hoping there was just something wrong with that outlet.”
“It’s not the outlet.The coffee pot doesn’t work.”
I gave a frustrated look.“Then why is it out on the counter?”
“Because I just haven’t had time to get rid of it.”
“Did you have time to get a new one?”
He gestured to a shelf on the other side of the kitchen.“When I told Henry that I was going to order a new one, he said it would be a lot nicer if we made our coffee with a French press.”
“Seriously?”I asked incredulously.I was going to have to make two cups at a time in a French press.
I sighed.“I wonder if we could just have Dave run us up some coffee from the pub,” I suggested.We did have a large spigoted carafe for special events.
“Why are we making coffee anyway?”Oliver asked as he went to retrieve a mop from the pantry off the kitchen.
