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Cynthia E. Hurst Mysteries
Category:
Mystery/Suspense
Publisher: Plane View Books
Type: Fiction
Pages: 238
Copyright: May 2, 2016
ISBN-13: 9781533051295
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
A tale of ferns, fraud and Floridians...
A simple, lucrative project to grow ferns seems like an attractive proposition for R&P Labs, but that's before Florida botanist Grayson Quayle travels 3,000 miles to attach himself to the lab, bringing with him a pile of unwelcome personal baggage.
The R&P staff would like to see the last of Quayle, but it appears they're not the only ones. When arsenic used in a scientific project is put to an unscientific use, the scientists turned sleuths find themselves involved in another criminal case, with a list of suspects including a wife with a grievance, an investigator with an agenda and a blackmailer with an unusual demand.
Excerpt
Quayle didn’t move and without a word, Ellis walked past him and went into the lab. Rob, anticipating a certain level of violence, stepped over to where he had been standing and carefully moved the arsenic laden mixture out of the way.
“Where’s he going?” Quayle asked. “You won’t call the cops for something this minor and you don’t have a security guard on hand, not a place this size.”
Rob was tempted to tell him Ellis had gone to get his gun, but decided not to try a bluff he couldn’t carry through. "No, he’s not calling the police and you’re right, we don’t have a security guard,” he said. “We don’t need one.”
He let Quayle think that over in the minute before Ellis reappeared, Mitch a few steps behind him. They came into the greenhouse and Quayle looked at Mitch, who was at least three inches shorter and garbed today in a Mickey Mouse T-shirt and cutoff jeans with his high-topped green sneakers.
“Kind of appropriate, isn’t it?” he said, gesturing at his T-shirt. “You being from Florida and all. I would have left my lab coat on but bloodstains are so damn hard to get out of white stuff.”
Quayle chuckled. “Now, don’t tell me you’re going to be the one to throw me out.”
“Depends,” Mitch said. “I mean, I’d hate to break the greenhouse glass, being as Ellis has just started this project and his ferns might catch cold, so I’ll ask you nicely first. If you don’t leave, then yeah, it’ll be me.”
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