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Cynthia E. Hurst Mysteries
Category:
Mystery/Suspense
Publisher: Plane View Books
Type: Fiction
Pages: 244
Copyright: Feb. 8, 2012
ISBN-13: 9781518679834
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
An old grudge threatens to ruin the holiday season for the R&P Labs staff in the third book in the series.
It's the season of peace on earth and goodwill toward men, except at R&P Labs, which has been drawn into the middle of a feud between two Seattle seafood restaurants. A customer has died from an unusual form of food poisoning found in oysters, and the restaurant where he had his last meal is in trouble. So is R&P, who had just tested its food and given it a clean bill of health. So as Christmas approaches, the R&P team once again find their scientific jobs interrupted by an urgent need for some detective work. Mitch goes undercover as a waiter as he and his colleagues join forces with an inept electrician, a Chihuahua and a seagull named Fred to solve the mystery, salvage their reputation and lay some old ghosts to rest.
Excerpt
“I hesitate to suggest this,” Virginia said. “But if we’re trying to locate Nate Webster, has anyone looked in the phone book for his address and phone number? We take it for granted that people don’t have their numbers listed these days, but a lot still do.”
Rob didn’t answer. He simply reached for the phone book that was kept on the table and flipped through it until he reached the W’s. “Webster, Webster,” he said. “Webster, Nathan. Thank you, Virginia, you’re brilliant. The address looks like it could be in Ballard.” He reached for a pencil and wrote the address and phone number on a slip of paper. “Now we need a good excuse for calling him.”
“Well, it might not be him,” Virginia said. “But we can hope. I’ll call, if you like. A nice, grandmotherly person asking if he would like to donate money to some obscure charity.”
“And how will you find out if it’s the right Nathan Webster?”
“The charity will have a scientific basis,” Virginia said. “Naturally.”
“Naturally,” Rob echoed.
“You know, this is worrying,” Phil said. “Do you think we all got it wrong and we should have skipped getting science degrees and gone straight into the FBI or something? We seem to have a natural aptitude for this sort of sneaky stuff.”
“Hush,” Virginia said, pushing buttons on the phone. The men waited, holding their collective breaths.
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