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I'm sharing snippets from the 4th Alex O'Hara cozy mystery, The Case of the Wedding Wrecker. This snippet picks up where we left off last week. Everybody's still in the police station.
“May I assume you are recording this conversation?” Hans pointed to a video camera in the upper corner facing me.
When Chief Hoesen nodded, I looked in the corner then turned to face Hans. “Yet?” I mouthed.
He didn’t instill in me the confidence I had in his father. Instead of the classy elegance Pieter presented, Hans looked like a farm worker—about five-ten and a solid two hundred pounds, in his overalls he didn’t look like a lawyer. Clean-shaven and his blond hair barber-cut instead of a stylist, he could’ve posed for a John Deere calendar.
Did I need him with me? I’d known Dan Hoesen all my life. When his high school girlfriend babysat me, he often came along. He’d gotten me out of more scrapes as kid . . . and as an adult. He even acted like my surrogate father when the Pops moved to Arizona. We had a great relationship.
And a little more:
He eyed me sternly before nodding to the recording device. “Statement given by Alexandra O’Hara Palzetti, spouse of the accused Nicholas Palzetti.”
“A moment, Chief?” Hans said. “I understood the wedding was interrupted by your deputy before the vows were taken.”
“Deputy, stop the recording.”
That’s when I noticed the two-way mirror behind the chief. “Deputy? Who’s behind the mirror? Jenny?”
“No,” Dan said. “The sheriff’s office loaned us a couple of deputies for the summer.”
I knew that. When our small town exploded with summer visitors, they always brought in help from the sheriff’s department and the police academy.
At least it wasn’t Jenny, though I knew I could depend on her discretion. Better than that dope Deputy Dawg. When Nick got out of jail, I was going to kill that jerk. Oops, better not say that out loud.
Dan eyed me. “Do you want to explain to your lawyer, Lexie?”
“About . . .” I’d lost the train of thought.
“Oh, right. Nick and I were married on Christmas Eve last year by a judge. Never mind why we didn’t tell anyone. His mother wanted us to marry in the church. That’s what was interrupted by Deputy Dawg.” I glared at Dan. “I hope you gave that jerk what for. He didn’t have to stalk in and arrest Nick at the altar.”