Excerpt from Murder Can Haunt Your Handiwork by Rose Pressey

It’s not just murder that can haunt your handiwork, but also our health. Today’s guest poster was unable to finish the post because of complications due to a surgery. In place of the guest post for Murder Can Haunt Your Handiwork, here’s an excerpt. Best of all, there’s still a giveaway!

“Oh no. I can see the amateur sleuth wheels turning in your head. Maybe it would be a good idea if you didn’t get involved,” Caleb said.

“Not get involved? Not get involved?” I gestured widely with my hand. “I have to get involved now. I’m practically a detective on the case now. After all, I was the first one on the scene. That means I have to get involved.”

“Wait just a minute,” Pierce said.

I hadn’t realized that he had stepped beside me.

“There are plenty of detectives here to handle the case, and I think they have everything under control,” Pierce added.

“Pierce is right. They can handle this, Celeste,” Caleb said.

Now they were agreeing with each other? I would humor Caleb and Pierce and act as if I weren’t getting involved, but I knew I would. Seeing the woman like that just made me want to help her. It was heartbreaking. We had to know who did this to her. I had faith in the detectives, of course, but I was sure they could use some help.

Who couldn’t use help every now and then?

Caleb and Pierce stared at me suspiciously. I had to pretend that I agreed with them.

“Okay, I guess you guys are right,” I said with a smile.

Did that seem genuine? I needed to work on my acting skills.

“I think it’s time we got you out of here,” Caleb said, taking me by the arm.

Pierce took my other arm. “Yes, that’s a good idea.”

Now I was being escorted out of the building. This wouldn’t look good, either. At least I wasn’t in handcuffs.

Being escorted by two handsome men wasn’t so terrible.

Though the rivalry between them was getting out of control.

When we stepped out into the bright sunshine, Pierce and Caleb released their hold on me. I shielded my eyes until they adjusted to the light. A crowd had gathered just beyond the taped-off area. News crews had arrived. Several vans, with their stations’ call letters written across the sides, were parked close by. Since the reporters’ attention was focused on us as we walked toward them, I knew we would be bombarded with questions.

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