Death of a Pirate King (Adrien English Mysteries 4) by Lanyon Josh

Death of a Pirate King (Adrien English Mysteries 4) by Lanyon Josh

Author:Lanyon, Josh
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: glbt gay mystery gay romance erotic content lapd bookseller los angeles hollywood murder amateur sleuth series adrien english
Publisher: Josh Lanyon

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“Morning,” I called as the glass door swung open with a cheerful jangle of bells.

“I will never understand men. Why can’t they just say what they want?” Natalie deposited the large pink box of pastries on the counter with strudel-smooshing force.

I glanced up from the register. “What’s that mean?”

“That!” She jabbed her finger at my nose. “That look. That’s exactly what I mean. It’s like you think it’s a trick question.”

“It is a trick question,” I said, “because if we just tell you what we want, you won’t like the answer. And then it will be loud and messy and take up a lot of time we don’t have.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Lisa asked you to talk to me about Warren, didn’t she?”

“God, no.” I opened the pastry box. “Is it somebody’s birthday?” Hopefully not hers -- or anyone else’s I was now related to.

She said huffily, “I thought I would like a doughnut this morning.”

I blinked. “There must be twenty-four doughnuts here.”

“Twenty-eight. You get two free ones with each dozen. Have one. Anyway, they’re not all doughnuts.”

“I see that.” There was quite a nice selection of baked goods. I took a chocolate doughnut with sprinkles. “I thought carbs were out this month?”

“I don’t give a damn about carbs,” Natalie said viciously, and I raised my eyebrows, before returning hastily to counting out the register.

We always do a brisk business on Saturdays, and that day was no exception. In between helping customers -- which she did charmingly -- Natalie brooded and somehow managed to eat four doughnuts, two cheese Danishes, a cinnamon pecan roll, and a bear claw.

“I’d offer to take you to lunch,” I said when twelve o’clock rolled around, “but I’m afraid you’ll explode.”

“We can’t close the store anyway,” she said. She fastened me with a darkling eye -- well, as darkling as a blue-eyed blonde who looks like a Ralph Lauren model can get. “This is why we need some help in here, especially since you’re busy out sleuthing half the time.”

“We’re going to get some help,” I promised. “And it’s not like I’m going to continue sleuthing --”

“So you are on a case!” she said triumphantly. “I knew the minute I heard about that murder at Paul Kane’s mansion. I knew it.”

I’d been so busy brooding over Guy and the situation with Peter Verlane I’d walked right into that one. I said, “You make it sound more organized than it is. I just agreed to ask a few people some questions, that’s all.”

“I’ll tell you right now, the wife did it,” Natalie said.

“That seems to be the consensus of opinion. Why do you think she did it?”

“Well, for starters, did you see him? He was old enough to be her father. And he looked like a frog.”

“Yeah, but love is blind,” I said.

“No, it’s not!” she scoffed. “Not for girls like her.”

Now this was interesting. The feminine perspective. “What do you mean, girls like her?”

She made an exasperated little clucking sound. “Adrien. She is a total bimbo.


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