Dial M For Mischief
The sky was unusually bright the day his daughters buried Teddy Sunshine, the sun a big yellow ball chasing away all the early-morning clouds, if not the chill temperatures.Jolie Sunshine, when she noticed the sun, wondered whether her father had ordered it up or if it was some sort of sick joke dealt them by fate.
In contrast to the brightness of the day, the small crowd around the grave site resembled nothing more than exotic black crows beneath the blue canvas canopy with Fulton Funeral Home stamped on the overhang. The only other colors were those of their pale faces and the blanket of bright red roses draping the bronze casket.
When I kick off, I want to go out like a Kentucky Derby winner—draped with roses. Big red ones. Don't you forget!
"We remembered, Teddy," Jolie whispered under her breath, earning her quick, inquisitive looks from her sisters, which she ignored.
Roses they could do. What his daughters couldn't do was to have their father buried with a full police funeral. Murderers didn't get that kind of honor.
Jolie swayed slightly between her sisters as the priest read a final prayer. The three held hands as they stood in their ... read full excerpt from Dial M for Mischief ebook
