Give Murder A Hand: Lizzie. Book 2 (The Westport Mysteries) Read Free

blonde hair that curled at his collar. He was a little
shorter than Riley and, as far as I could tell, had no muffin top hanging over
his waistband. The biggest surprise for me was the dazed look in Molly’s eyes
as she smiled up at him. “He would like to ask you a few questions,” she
explained.
    “Oh, really?” I stuttered as a cameraman walked closer and
pointed his equipment at me. Yes, get your mind out of the gutter – it was his
camera. Even though he looked pretty sexy—so maybe I wouldn’t mind his other
equipment pointing at me—I shook my head, remembering Riley and how he had all
the equipment I’d ever need.
    “Yes, if that’s okay?” Matt extended his hand for me to
shake.
    My mind stuttered as the camera came closer.
    “Um ... this is Sam, my cameraman. You don’t mind, do you,”
he asked uncertainly.
    I looked at Molly as she mouthed please . “I ... I guess not,” I
answered quietly.
    Matt dropped his hand and tried to pull his phone out his
pocket. His fingers caught on the seam of his jeans and he dropped his phone
onto the timber deck. He swore quietly as he bent to retrieve it but misjudged
how close he was to Molly.
    As he stood, his head caught her elbow and caused her to
slop her now cold coffee all over her white designer dress. Geez, her dry
cleaner would be busy. She gasped and I waited for her to yell at him. Instead,
she simply smiled.
    “I’m ... I’m so, so sorry,” he stammered, using the sleeve
of his shirt to wipe at her bodice. Only when he realized he was actually
rubbing her ample chest, did he stop. I looked at Sam and saw his smile from
behind the viewfinder. He’d caught the whole thing on camera.
    Molly took Matt’s hand and gently moved it away, smiling as
she did so. “It’s okay. No biggie. It needed dry cleaning anyway.”
    It was this reaction that made me realize Matt was the man
Molly had been telling me about earlier, the new man she had her eye on. Well, judging by
the color of his cheeks, I thought he would fit in with our family very well.
Maybe he could even contribute to my book, 101
Ways to Embarrass Yourself .
    “Why are you so interested in this?” asked Riley, stepping
up behind me and putting a protective hand on my lower back.
    “Oh ... well ... um, news is a bit slow in Westport today,”
explained Matt. “Plus not everybody digs up a whole skeleton in their back
garden.”
    “A whole skeleton?” I asked. That was the first I’d heard exactly
what the police had found.
    “Yes, they think so. I don’t think they have it all yet, but
the unusual thing about this skeleton is ... it has three hands.”

 

Chapter Two

 
    I closed the door behind Molly, leaned against
it and sighed. Cat sauntered out. Who knows where he’d been hiding, but he
seemed to know exactly when Harper had left. I inherited the cat with the house,
and even though my pet owning history was bad, Cat seemed not to care. As long
as his bowl was full of food and he could stretch out on my comfy bed, all was
good in his world. We also both shared a dislike for my neighbor, Helen. Only he
could poop in her garden bed though.
    Riley walked down the stairs towards me carrying my pillow.
    “Are you ready?” he asked. You guessed it ... tonight we were sleeping
at his house. Riley owns a small converted church that backs on to the river. It
looks, smells and feels like Riley. I loved it. Since he was renovating my
house, we’d divided our sleeping arrangements between the two homes. This seemed
to work well, but personally I loved the nights at his house the most.
    “Sure, just let me get Cat’s travel box and put him in it.”
    “He’ll be okay here for the night, won’t he?”
    “Maybe, but I don’t like the thought that whoever that body
belonged to may not have crossed to the other side. I’ve watched Ghost Hunters and I know exactly what
dead people are capable of.”
    Riley sighed. “Lizzie, I don’t know much about dead bodies, but I
know enough to