The Girl Who Cried Murder. Paula Graves

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      The roar of an engine approaching behind her took her eyes off the road to check the rearview mirror. There was a large pickup truck coming up fast behind her. Suddenly, it swung left, around her, and whipped into the lane in front of her.

      What the hell was that idiot doing?

      The truck slowed as it moved in front of her, and on instinct, she stamped on her useless brakes. The front of her car bumped hard into the back bumper of the truck, bounced and hit a second time. A third time, then a fourth, each bounce less jarring until her front bumper settled against the back of the truck.

      The pickup slowed to a stop, bringing her Corolla to a stop, as well. She turned on her hazard lights and put her car in Park, setting the parking brake to make sure it didn’t move any farther downhill.

      The driver’s door of the pickup opened, and a tall, lean-muscled figure got out and turned to face her with a grim smile.

      Mike Strong.

      What the hell was going on?

Chapter Three

      “The brake line’s been cut.” Bill Hardy, the mechanic at Mercerville Motors, who’d taken a look at the Corolla’s brake system, showed Charlie the laceration in the line.

      Charlie stared at it in horrified fascination, trying not to relive those scary moments as she’d struggled to bring her car under control on the downhill stretch of Poplar Road. If Mike Strong hadn’t pulled his driving trick to bring her car to a stop—

      Don’t think about it.

      “How could that have happened?” she asked Bill.

      “Well, maybe you could have kicked up a sharp rock or a piece of metal in the road,” Bill said doubtfully.

      “But you don’t think so?”

      “Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d think this was a deliberate cut.” He gave her a sidelong look. “You haven’t made any enemies lately, have you, Charlie?”

      Had she?

      She glanced toward the tiny waiting area, where Mike Strong sat in one of the steel-and-plastic chairs pushed up against the wall across from the vending machine. She’d told him he needn’t wait for her, but he’d insisted. And given that he’d more or less saved her life this morning, she could hardly quibble.

      “No, no new enemies,” she said.

      Except, she supposed, whoever had killed Alice.

      She turned her head to look at Mike again and found him standing in the open doorway between the waiting area and the garage. “Any news?”

      “Brake line’s cut,” Bill said shortly before Charlie could stop him.

      Mike’s eyebrows came together over his nose. “On purpose?”

      “Hard to say with certainty, but it’s possible.” Bill looked at Charlie. “What do you want me to do? You’ve got a little body work needs doing on the front now, and the brake line needs replacing—”

      “Can I have the damaged brake line?” Mike asked.

      Charlie frowned at him. “Why?”

      Mike’s green eyes met hers. “Evidence.”

      Bill’s brown eyes darted from Charlie’s face to Mike’s and back again. “Should I call the cops?”

      “No,” Charlie and Mike said in unison.

      “Okay, then.” Bill licked his lips, looking confused.

      “Fix the body damage and replace the brake line,” Charlie said. “And preserve the brake line in case we need to let someone examine it to establish whether or not the cut was intentional.”

      “Will do,” Bill said with a nod. “Listen, it’s probably going to take me a few days to get this done. You gonna have a way to get around?”

      “I’ll figure out something.” Charlie nibbled her lip, wondering if she could make do with her bike for a few days. She didn’t have any meetings scheduled at work for the next couple of weeks, so she didn’t have to worry about a commute. There was a small grocery store a half mile from her house, so she and the cats wouldn’t starve. Even Campbell Cove Academy was within a mile’s ride. It would be good exercise.

      “I can give you a ride home, at least,” Mike said.

      “Thanks.”

      “What are you going to do for wheels?” Mike asked as they walked to his truck.

      “I have a bike.”

      He slanted a look at her as he unlocked the passenger door of the truck. “What if it rains?”

      There was no what-if; rain fell practically every week in the mountains, and often multiple days a week. She hadn’t really thought about rain, but that was what raincoats were for, right? “I’ll deal.”

      He waited for her to fasten her seat belt before he started the engine. The dashboard clock read 11:35 and, to her chagrin, her stomach gave a little growl in response. Breakfast had been a long time ago.

      “I could go for an early lunch,” he murmured, sounding amused. “You wanna come?”

      She looked at him through the corner of her eye, trying to assess his motives. “To lunch? With you?”

      His sunglasses had mirror lenses, so she couldn’t be sure his smile made it all the way to his eyes. “I suppose we could sit apart, if you like. Though that seems like a waste of a table.”

      Mayfair Diner was little more than a hole-in-the-wall, one of three storefronts that filled the one-story brick building on the corner of Mayfair Lane and Sycamore Road. Charlie ate there often, since her house was just a short drive down Sycamore. By now, everybody who worked there knew her by name and called out greetings when they entered.

      “What’s good here?” Mike asked as they headed for the counter.

      “Depends on how much weight you want to gain.”

      He smiled at her blunt answer and looked up at the big menu board. “How are the omelets?”

      “I like them,” she answered with a little shrug. “The cheese-and-bacon ones are particularly good.”

      “I bet.”

      The counter waitress, a plump, pretty woman in her forties named Jean, smiled as she approached to take their order. “Hey, Charlie, what can I get for you and your friend today?”

      “I’ll have a grilled cheese with chips and a pickle, and iced coffee with cream and sugar,” Charlie said.

      “And you, hon?” Jean looked at Mike, her voice instantly flirtatious.

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