Prague Murder Read Free

watching her friend realize that she had been rubbing her boobs a lot. Ingrid covered them with both hands, realized that was just as bad, and dropped her hands to her side. They were restless and Emily laughed while Ingrid lost the ability to know what to do with her hands.
    “Shut up,” Ingrid said again, taking Emily’s coffee from her to drink for it—she’d finished her’s way too long ago. “Maybe I’m sick.”
    “Boob sick,” Emily scoffed, but they’d arrived outside of a church looking building and both of them snapped their mouths closed. Emily didn’t need to read Ingrid’s mind to know she was thinking it was too weird to talk about boobs in a church or even outside of it.
    The stone was shades of grey with the now-standard red roof. Emily had no idea what it was made out of, but it was just ridiculously pretty. She snapped a pic with her phone and shook her head. This trip was ruining her home a little bit.
    “Sage Island is kind of boring,” Emily said.
    Ingrid nodded. Her eyes were fixed on the tall spire and then traveled along the long white, wall that bound the convent in. She shuddered.
    Emily’s head cocked as she examined her friend and the wall and realized that Ingrid was imagining deciding to just…what did they call it? Cloister yourself away behind that wall. It was sort of horrible when you thought of it that way. There were so many other, pretty red roofs to visit and see what was under them. To choose just one—even if it was just most of the time—it was stifling.
    The tour was gathering up and Emily looked around to see who would be coming with them. There were two women, who looked alike, in their mid-sixties each sporting a pair of solid tennis shoes. There was a little pixie of a woman with spiky golden hair. She moved so lightly—it seemed she was a bird. A black man who was tall with wide, lovely shoulders. Emily would have been interested if she weren’t sort of committed.
    Kind of.
    She hadn’t known Dean that long.
    Gah!
    Stupid man.
    Either way, Dean or the lack thereof, didn’t mean she couldn’t see how very handsome the tall man was. Next to the tall man was a short squat woman with orthopedics and a tweed skirt. Her hair was back in a bun at the nape of her neck, her sweater and bearing declared she was at least 85, but she had the face of someone in her twenties.
    To be perfectly clear, Emily wanted to slap the woman to Tuesday for being so old while she was so young and also cower away. The chick creeped Emily out in a way that she hadn’t felt in a long while.
    “What’s the point of this tour,” Ingrid asked Emily again. Ingrid had a semi-drunk look on her face and clearly, the caffeine was not sufficient to counteract the jet lag.
    One of the two women in front of them turned, “It’s a Haunted Prague tour. We wanted to do the chocolate tour, but it was sold out. But, this tour stops at all of the chocolate places too. I guess. I’m Cathy.”
    “Oh hello,” Ingrid said. She looked the duo over and then asked, “Are you sisters?”
    The two laughed. One nodded. The other held out her hand and said, “Carol.”
    “So you’re just here for the chocolate?”
    “Well,” Cathy said, “They also go by a lot of the history of the city. The tour guide suggested it when we weren’t able to get the ones we wanted. I wanted to go to the history sites. Carol wanted to do the chocolate tour. Even though she’s diabetic.”
    Carol grinned unrepentantly.
    “You sound like my kind of evil,” Emily told Carol. Her brown hair was highlighted with gold, she was tan, and fit and carried herself with energy.
    “So they say this place is where a nun haunts the convent.”
    “Of course,” Ingrid agreed though Emily knew Ingrid had no idea where they were and what the story was. “I suppose it could be a priest, but I prefer a nun.”
    “Right. An evil nun who fell in love with a priest? A runaway rich girl who wanted to marry the groom?” Emily tossed