Free Sweet Revenge (Cocoa Narel Chocolate Shop Mysteries Book 1) by Morgana Best

left school, but when I was in school, I always won the archery competitions. Like I said, that was the only thing I have ever been good at—that, and eating vast amounts of chocolate.
    The three of us walked away from the body and back to the children, while the women insisted on spelling everything, I suppose in case the babies could understand English at that young age. And who would know? I didn’t know the first thing about children. We had decided that the man was in fact d-e-a-d, and there was no point trying to resuscitate him.
    The three of us stood around awkwardly making small talk and wondering what had happened to the man.
    I had been expecting the local cops, but to my dismay it was the two detectives, Rieker and Clyde. “Miss Myers,” Rieker said smugly. “Imagine seeing you here, at the scene of another murder.”
    The two women looked at me with shocked expressions on their faces, while Rieker took me by the elbow and separated me from the other women.
    He pulled a notepad from his suit and hovered his pen over it expectantly. “Who discovered the body?” he barked at me.
    “I did,” I said guiltily. I had no reason to be guilty, but I knew only too well how it looked.
    “Tell me what happened, right from the beginning,” he said.
    “Well, I decided to go for a walk, and I walked as far as the beginning of the walking track. Then I turned around and was coming back when I saw something. I went over to see what it was, and I found him. Just then, those two women saw and came running over to me.”
    “How long after you found the body did the women arrive?” he asked me.
    I thought for a moment. “Minutes, seconds even. They pretty much came over while I was staring at him to see if he was alive. In fact, they must’ve seen me walk over to him.”
    “Go on,” Rieker said.
    “That was it,” I said. “One of the women called the police and the ambulance, and then we stood around and waited for you to come.”
    Rieker scribbled furiously in his notepad. “Did you recognize the victim?”
    “No, but I couldn’t really see his face, because his face was turned to the ground.”
    “Did anyone touch anything?”
    I shook my head. “No, none of us touched him at all.”
    Rieker nodded. “You’ll have to come back to the station and make a statement.”
    “What, right now?”
    Rieker looked up from his notepad. “Yes, right now. You will accompany us to the station and then an officer will take you back home.”
    I sighed.
    “Wait here until I come for you,” Rieker said.
    I waited by the police car. Detective Clyde was still questioning the two women and the ambulance had arrived. The paramedics were looking at the body, but not taking any action, so I figured he was definitely dead.
    Rieker spent some time barking orders into his cell phone, but then he came over and told me to get in his car. We wordlessly drove to the police station. I felt sick and shaken. I’d had too much trauma in my life, and I don’t just mean all the bullying at school. There was my near fatal car wreck, then I had seen Guy Smith blow up, and now I had discovered a man with two arrows sticking out of his back.
    Was there a serial killer in town? And why did I have to be the one to be associated with both crime scenes? Was someone setting me up? I shook my head. No, that was silly. No one knew I was taking a walk that morning, only Carl, and he was my best friend. There was no way Carl would ever commit a murder, much less set me up for one. No, this had to be a coincidence, but it was a coincidence that would nevertheless point the guilty finger at me. Of that I had no doubt.
    I was soon back in the interview room at the local police station. I gave my statement to Detective Rieker, who duly taped it.
    Just as I thought that the interview had come to an end, he asked a question. “Do you know a man by the name of Ridgewell Dugan?”
    I jumped. “Yes, I used to go to school with him. You’re not saying that