Summer Reading is Killing Me (Phee Jefferson Book 2) Read Free

open-mouthed stares. “What? Don’t stare at me like I’ve gone bat guano
crazy. We found clues last time. Phee used to be the
only one with investigator knowledge. Now that I’ve read every Agatha Christie
novel in the library, I’ll be a real asset. Besides,” Juliet rummaged in her
purse and pulled something out, “I made us both the coolest crime fighting
accessory ever.” 
    I shook my head as I saw what Julie pulled
out of her purse. She held two hot pink masks she had obviously sewn
herself. A bedazzled ‘L’ was on the forehead of one and a ‘Y’ on the other.
“Okay, ‘L’ I get. Super Librarian. But, Juls , I’m
dying to know. What the heck does the ‘Y’ stand for?”
    “Super Yogi!” She exclaimed.
    “Lord love a duck, but I believe you’ve gone mad,”
I laughed.

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    “The two of you scare me sometimes, and this is
coming from a guy who’s been to war.” Wade shook his head as he watched Juliet
and I try on our masks. I had to admit that I liked my hot pink mask much
better than my boring black one I made last year. “I don’t have enough in
savings to bail you both out of jail if you get caught doing something crazy.
Do I rescue my girlfriend or the lady who signs my paycheck? Decisions.
Decisions.” 
     Juliet leaned over and gave Wade a quick
peck on the lips. “No worries. Now that I’m in the game, there is no way we can
get in trouble. Besides, the masks are for fun. I doubt we’ll ever be lucky
enough to wear them.”
    “Listen up, Super Yogi, our first task is to
identify the victim. She wasn’t a local, so we should go to the rental cabins
by the lake and snoop there first,” I suggested. I felt safe nosing around a
stranger’s death. No ties to me meant no danger.
    “You want to go down there this evening?” Juliet
asked.
    “Sorry, I can’t. I forgot to tell you. I ran into
Grant at the coffee shop. We’re going to a movie tonight.”
    “Have you lost your ever lovin ’ mind?” Juliet parroted. “Oh, wait. I don’t even need
to ask because I know you have. There is no way you’d catch me hanging out with
him again!” 
    “It’s hard to explain,” I hesitated while I
formed the words to explain my decision to still be friends with Grant. “It’s
not Grant’s fault his mom is crazy. He’s been my friend for so long I need to
at least make an effort to keep the friendship going. Grant’s a good guy. To be
honest, I looked at him today, and it was like seeing a kicked puppy.”
    “You’re a better person than I am. I’d leave that
kicked puppy at the pound. I need to go adjust my chakras and try harder to
forgive,” Juliet said. “What’s Clint’s opinion of this movie date?”
    “It’s not a date. It’s two friends figuring things
out after a shared trauma,” I protested. “And Clint doesn’t know because he’s
in class all day today. I’ll call him tonight before I go.”
    “Whoa. Good luck with that one.” Wade gave a low
whistle. “If it was me, I’d be pissed if Juliet went to the movies with a man
whose mom tried to kill her. Clint must be more evolved than I am. Me, Tarzan.
You, Jane.” Wade beat his chest. He grabbed Juliet around her waist and
pretended to swing on a vine. She giggled and kissed Wade. They were good for
each other. Wade brought Juliet down from the clouds, and she made Wade take
life a little less seriously.
    “Clint doesn’t have a jealous bone in his body. He
knows how much I pine for him every day and long for his sweet kisses at
night,” I simpered in my best bodice-ripping heroine voice. I batted my
eyelashes at Wade and clasped my hands to my heart. “I just can’t live
without my big, strong lawman.”
    “I just threw up a little in my mouth,” Juliet
gagged. “Be serious. Once we know who she is, we can find out who hated her
enough to kill her. I’ll mosey down to the park and see what I can overhear.”
Juliet grabbed her bag off the desk and started towards the