Free Mystery of the 19th Hole (Taylor Kelsey, Mystery 1) by AJ Diaz Page B

video-camera mirror and started recording Billy while pretending to dust her face with make-up.  The only problem was she didn’t have a brush.  To remedy this, she held the mirror high in front of her face and pretended to make the duster motions around her cheeks.
                  While Taylor was recording, Susan started in on Billy, first by repeating Taylor’s question about the lump in his pocket.  “That’s it,” he said in a low, gravelly voice, “I’m throwing you guys out for disruptive behavior.”
                  As he stepped forward to grab them, a man in a long black overcoat brutally bumped into Taylor, muttered, “Check your pocket,” and continued past in a fast walk, disappearing behind a vendor.  Taylor nearly fumbled her mirror before regaining composure.
                  “Did he say something to you?” Billy asked Taylor.
                  “He said to check my pocket.”
                  Taylor put her mirror in her purse and checked her two front pockets, retrieving a small piece of paper from one of them.  Everyone was watching as she slowly unfolded it.  “It’s a death threat!”
                  Billy was off and running in the direction the man had gone as soon as he heard “death threat.”  Susan stepped behind Taylor to read the note.  “What does it say?” asked Chad.
                  Taylor and Susan both read.  “Stop snooping or die .  It’s your choice.  You have no idea what you’re getting into.”
                  Chad visibly shivered.  “So this means we stop.”
                  “No!” retorted Taylor.

Chapter 14
    Taylor wasn’t dumb.  She wasn’t going to stop investigating, either.  If someone went to all the effort to slip her a death threat, she must be hot on the trail of something.  Whether it was the murder or the robberies or both, she didn’t know.  All she knew is she had a lot of places left to investigate and many people left to talk to.
                  Such was the case here.  Taylor, Susan, and Chad were in a small room at the police station, looking through a thick slab of glass at the nervous form of Aaron Cadell, the one accused of murdering Brad Ringer in the café.
                  If Taylor couldn’t glean information from him, she knew the case would be dead.  This is where it all mattered.  They only had a few minutes, at least that’s what the captain said, though she suspected those weren’t the official rules.
                  Pulling a phone from its cradle before Susan could, Taylor motioned Aaron to do the same on the other side of the window.  He picked his up.  “Hello.”
                  “Hello,” Taylor said, “I just have a few questions.  This shouldn’t take long.”
                  “And I have a few answers, but I might not be at liberty to give them.  Who are you, anyway?”
                  “My name is Taylor Kelsey.”  Susan grunted in the background, but Taylor ignored her.  “I’m investigating your case and the recent robberies around town.  I think there might be a connection.  That’s beside the point, though.  The point is that I believe you’re innocent, and I want to help you prove it.”
                  He studied her through the glass.  “Why?”
                  “Let’s just say I’m conscientious and in need of money.”  She didn’t waste time.  “How do you think the bloody knife got into your jacket pocket?”
                  “I have no idea.  I swear my jacket was zipped up the whole time.  I grabbed it off my coat rack in my apartment, put it on, zipped it, and didn’t unzip it until that stupid lieutenant asked me to.”
                  “And you went in the bathroom.  Tell me about that.”