Deadly Disco in Las Vegas: A Humorous Tiffany Black Mystery (Tiffany Black Mysteries Book 6) Read Free Page A

Amelia told me she was done with men, just like me.”
    Ian said, “If she’s so pretty, why would she be single?”
    “Maybe she’s sick of men?” suggested Mary.
    Ian shrugged. “Maybe she’s got a bad personality, and nobody likes to be around her.”
    Mary laughed shortly. “Well. She’s certainly very efficient. Josh always said she was good at her job.”
    Mary gave me the contact details for David, Chloe and Amelia and said she’d let them know I’d be in touch.
    “Is there anyone else I should talk to?” I asked.
    “I can’t think of anyone.” Mary scrolled through the contacts list on her smartphone and shook her head. “Nope, that’s it, but maybe those guys will know something.”
    Ian and I thanked her and watched her leave.
    “It’s funny to have an ex-wife hire us,” Ian said once she was gone. “Do you think she’s just thinking defensively, or that she actually cared about him?”
    “You don’t think she really had anything to do with Josh’s death, do you?”
    Ian shook his head. “No, she’d be silly to hire us if she really did have anything to do with it.”
    “Maybe it was an accident.”
    “Do you actually believe that?”
    I shook my head. “No, my gut says that someone attacked Josh and tried to wipe the slate clean.”
    “In that case, they won’t like us poking our noses around.”
    I looked at Ian thoughtfully. He was right—murderers are never the friendliest people, especially once they find out I’m on their trail. The only thing to do was to expose their deceit, before they could stop me from investigating forever.

Chapter Three
     
    I stopped by Glenn’s on the way out. He’d let me borrow some icing tubes, and I needed to give them back.
    Glenn lives downstairs, and I met him while fleeing from a psychopath with a knife. He’s more than eighty years old, but he’s handsome and kind, with twinkling blue eyes and thinning gray hair. He’s also a retired baker who makes the most delicious cupcakes ever. I’d once hoped to set him up with my Nanna, but due in part to my nonexistent matchmaking skills, Nanna wound up marrying Glenn’s brother Wes.
    “How’s the baking going?” Glenn asked enthusiastically, after welcoming me into his apartment. Although we lived in the same building, Glenn’s apartment had an extra bedroom, and a large kitchen area that was well-suited to baking.
    “Not that great,” I admitted honestly. “Ian didn’t store the ingredients properly, and the milk and eggs went bad.”
    Glenn made clucking, mildly disapproving noises as he shook his head. “That’s okay, though. This is the first time you’re trying to bake. What’s important is that you don’t give up.”
    “I suppose so.”
    “And to keep you going, here’s a box of my latest batch!”
    I gasped with delight and grabbed the big Tupperware container. Inside, there were at least a dozen delicious, moist-looking cupcakes with chocolate frosting. “Thank you so much! These look amazing!”
    Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Karma walked in, followed by Sam and Simone.
    We caught up quickly, as Karma told us that Sam and Simone had just built the most amazing Lego rocket, and I told Karma that Ian and I had decided to investigate Josh’s death.
    “That’s great,” Karma told me. “I feel so bad for Mary. I met her during a community yoga class, and she’s really a very kind soul.”
    “So you don’t think she’d hurt Josh herself?”
    “Oh, of course not! They’ve always had a good relationship. Besides, why would she want to hire you if she actually had anything to do with it?”
    “I’m sure you’re right,” I admitted. “But I just wanted to check with you, in case you had any opinions on her.”
    “She’s a dear,” Karma assured me.
    Simone looked at me and said, “Why are you wearing that outfit?”
    I was dressed in my red-and-black dealer’s uniform, and her question reminded me that I needed to get into work soon. I