by Morgana Best
The door slammed shut and again, there was silence. I tried again. “Listen, let me take care of this to protect all of us. If you do, I won’t say a word to Sister Maria about anything that’s happened here.”
A few more moments passed without any response.
Suddenly, the door flew open, and Adam was pushed out. The door slammed shut behind him.
Adam’s hands were tied behind his back with ripped sheets, and some linen was stuffed in his mouth. Without saying a word, I grabbed his arm, and made a show of pulling him to my car.
We had only gone a few spaces, when a vehicle sped up and stopped right in front of us. In a flash, I realized it was an unmarked cop car, as it was followed by the local police vehicle.
I yanked the wimple from my head, and then untied Adam and pulled the cloth from his mouth.
Sergeant Barnes hurried over, with the detectives - as I assumed they were - hard on his heels.
“Big Ted is in Room 107,” I managed to say. “He pulled Adam inside, so I had to dress as a nun and talk him into giving Adam back.”
“What?” said one of the detectives. The police officers all exchanged bewildered glances.
“All right, just get well out of the way,” Sergeant Barnes said. “We’ll need to speak about it later.”
I had no idea if they believed me or not, but I was just happy that they did believe that Big Ted was in the motel room.
Adam and I hurried back to my car and got inside as fast as we could. Adam was thanking me profusely, but I didn’t take in what he was saying. I was running on adrenaline.
The scene in front of us unfolded like a movie. The detectives and the two local police officers rushed toward the motel door. Moments later, they emerged, leading Big Ted out of the motel in his underwear, his hands cuffed tightly behind his back. The woman ran out behind them screaming, and it took both Sergeant Barnes and Constable Jones to restrain her.
The detectives must have noticed where we had gone, as once Big Ted was secured in their vehicle, two of them, along with the two local cops, walked over to my car. Adam and I got out to meet them.
“Thank you for the tip,” the detective said. “We’ve been following Big Ted’s wife for months now, but we had no idea she’d meet her husband in such a small town. May I ask how you knew that the suspect was here?”
Adam spoke first. “I’m actually a journalist writing a book on the Shadow Gang. We had a lead on Big Ted, and followed him to this motel. He dragged me into his room when I got too close trying to get proof for you guys.” Adam looked over at me with a warm smile. “If it wasn’t for her, I probably never would’ve seen the light of day ever again.”
I reached back into the car for the bag. I’d already taken off the habit and placed it back inside. “Here,” I said, handing it to the cops. As they peered inside, I attempted to explain what had happened. “We watched Big Ted leave the convent in the nuns’ car. He was dressed as a nun when he left, but then he stopped at some bushes. When he emerged, he was dressed in normal men’s clothes, and there was no sign of the bag, so Adam went into the bushes and found it.”
Sergeant Barnes looked at me in disbelief. “You tailed this guy from the convent and then stole the disguise that he randomly threw into some bushes on the side of the road?”
I was cross. “How do you think I got Adam back before you guys showed up? I dressed in those nun clothes and told Big Ted I was working for the Reverend Mother, and that I’d come to take care of his problem for him.”
The detectives exchanged worried glances, and then Sergeant Barnes asked to speak to them in private. They walked away, just out of hearing, and looked to be discussing something. After several minutes, they returned to the car, all wearing amused looks.
“You still don’t believe us?” I snapped. “Big Ted has been masquerading around town as a nun, and he’s not the only one!”
“It’s all true,” Adam said. “I’m a journalist, and I’ve been chasing these guys for months.”
Constable Jones had his phone to his ear. “According to the Reverend Mother, the car hasn’t been in use all day, but she’s taking a look now to see if it’s been stolen,” he told the other cops.
Constable Jones started speaking once more, and after just a few moments, he ended the call. “The Reverend Mother confirmed that the convent car has been stolen, so I think it’s fairly obvious what happened here. Big Ted stole the car and the clothes, hoping to meet his wife, and escape the notice of the law.”
“That’s not how it happened!” I said.
“We were obviously right about one gang member dressing as a nun,” Adam said. “Why can’t you believe the rest of the gang is doing the same thing?”
“Because it’s highly unlikely,” the detective said, the corners of his lips twitching. “It’s probable that you received a blow to the head, and Ms. Taylor is in shock from the whole ordeal. That would also account for your confusion. Take it easy tonight, and try to get a good night’s sleep. You should both be fine in the morning.”
“There is no confusion here,” Adam said. “At any rate, ask Big Ted about his role in Dave’s the pawnbroker’s death. We both heard him admit that he was the one who murdered him.”
The detective nodded. “He’s actually already confessed to the murder of David Jameson,” he said. “He told us he had to confess if he was ever caught, or she would make him sorry. By she, I assume he means his wife.”
At that, the detectives and the local cops all left. I shook my head. It was all too much; why wouldn’t anyone believe us? I looked at Adam, and he looked just as weary as I was. “Would you like to come back to my place for a little bit?” I said. “I need a glass of wine or two after all that stress.”
Adam smiled and nodded. “Thanks, that sounds great.”
When we reached my apartment, I was still shaken, but was relieved that Big Ted had confessed to Dave’s murder.
“Red or white?” I asked.
Adam smiled. “You choose.”
I reached for the bottle of Moscato. “I still can’t believe that after everything that’s happened, the police still don’t believe us.”
Adam sighed as he opened the cupboard to fetch the wine glasses. “Don’t worry about that so much. We’ll get the others, but at least we took one of them down. All thanks to you,” he said. “You saved my life.”
I filled the glasses with wine and handed one to Adam. Our fingers lingered longer than they should have. “I’m sure you’ll return the favor sooner or later,” I said, with a laugh.
Adam sipped his wine. “You know, the cops might not believe us, but at least we know we’re right. The mystery is finally solved. We know that Dave was their fence, and was murdered because he tried to blackmail the gang, and Big Ted confessed to the crime. Justice has been done.”
“Do you think Big Ted will come clean to the police about Sister Maria and the rest of the gang?” I wondered aloud.
“Not a chance.” Adam shook his head. “Criminals like that rarely turn on each other, and this gang is no different. If he says one word that incriminates any of the others, someone inside that prison will take him out for it.”
“Oh,” I said. It made sense that criminals would stick together. “Dinner?”
“Sure,” Adam said. He followed me into the kitchen.
I peered into the fridge to see what I could whip up, and as I turned around, Adam was right there. I threw my hands against his chest to balance myself.
For a moment neither of us moved, and I shut my eyes. Suddenly, there was a loud crash. Bernard had jumped onto the counter top, and had knocked over Adam’s glass. Tiny shards of glass splattered all over the floor.
I glared at Bernard. What an ungrateful cat. I had saved him and offered him a good home, and this was how he repaid me, by stopping me kissing Adam.
Still, I had a lot to be grateful for. Recently, I was all alone, but now I had Adam in my life, and even Bernard, although at that moment I was in two
minds about that. I did have bills piling up, but who didn’t? Life was looking pretty good. We had brought down one member of the Shadow Gang, and there were only six more to go. How hard could that be?
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Book TWO in The Deadly Habit Cozy Mystery series.
Nun the Wiser.
One of Rose’s best customers – the elderly Evelyn Sutton – is found dead at the bottom of her staircase, clutching a rosary. It appears to be an accident, but Evelyn wasn’t Catholic – and as Rose and Adam begin to sift through the clues, Rose nearly pays for it with her life. Will Rose solve the murder, or will she remain Nun the Wiser?
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
#1 Best-selling Cozy Mystery author, Morgana Best, lives in a small, historic, former gold mining town in the middle of nowhere in Australia. She is owned by one highly demanding, rescued cat who is half Chinchilla, and two less demanding dogs, a chocolate Labrador and a rescued Dingo.
Morgana is a former college professor who now writes full time. Her subject was grammar. Morgana was a published author of dry academic books under a pen name, but abandoned academia to write cozy mysteries.
In her spare time, Morgana loves to read cozy mysteries, repurpose furniture, and renovate her old house. She tries to be vegan but has no will power when it comes to ice cream and chocolate.
