Iced Heist: a Novelette: The Mommy Mysteries, #12

By D.K. Greene

Mac Jones is a stay-at-home mom with a knack for solving mysteries. When her two grade-school-aged boys are accused of stealing an ice cream truck, Mac is determined to follow the trail of sprinkled clues on a quest to uncover the cold, creamy truth. Navigating brain-freeze and melting leads, Mac won't stop until she cracks the case and justice is served--ice cold.

 

Discover the inside scoop on a heist of chocolate and vanilla proportions. Mac Jones proves that being a stay-at-home mom is anything but mundane. Don't miss this novellette-length Mommy Mystery, a quick thrill served with humor, intrigue, and tasty treats around every corner.

• Language: English
• Publisher: D.K. Greene
• Release date: Dec 30, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223801511

D.K. Greene

D.K. Greene writes at a small folding table below a tiny window overlooking a narrow street. While her work area is small, she has an overwhelmingly large imagination. It all comes out in strings of stories about family, fraud, and fatal events. Readers can get an insider's look at her upcoming projects, promotions and free stories by going to https://www.subscribepage.com/dkgreene

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Also by D.K. Greene

Lost Keys

Drunk Octopus

Devious Device

Trail of Wrappers

Unexpected Jailer

Pipeline

Recess and Riots

To Catch a Tooth Fairy

The Pilfered Pie

Jungle Bungle

Hunt for the Holiday

Dedication

For Robert, who is more likely to pay my bail for stealing a truck, than to get arrested for stealing one himself.

One

Mackenzie Jones startled awake when the house shuddered. She scrambled from underneath the sheets, knocking over an empty water glass and shoving the thick book from her bedside table to the floor while she hunted for the light. The room burst bright white before her finger found the switch, bathed in the day-bright pulse of lightning streaking outside her window. The blinding intensity lasted a single second, and then everything sank back into the pitch black of night.

What’s going on, Mac? Sam’s groan leaked into the night from the other side of the bed. When Mac finally found the lamp’s switch, Sam flung an arm across his eyes to block the brightness out.

Despite the web of sleep still wrapped around her head, Mac’s heart thudded against her ribcage in a sporadic rhythm. She got out of bed and moved to the bedroom window. Fat drops of rain slapped the glass, and another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

It’s just a summer storm. Go back to sleep, Mac said.

Sam’s snoring filled the space between thunderclaps. His long, lean frame seemed to sink into the mattress, dissolving beneath the mountain of blankets heaped over him despite the warm evening.

How can you sleep through that noise? Mac rubbed her sweaty palms against her eye-sockets. Between the storm raging outside, and Sam sawing logs in a dreamland forest, Mac needed help if she wanted any chance of getting back to sleep. Her husband didn’t stir when another drumroll of thunder tumbled over the house, so she didn’t bother tiptoeing on her way out of the room and into the dark hallway. The next streak of lighting couldn’t quite reach the windowless hallway. Instead, it threw macabre shadows along the narrow walls. Foreboding finger-like streaks reached towards her across the carpet when Mac shoved the bathroom door open.

Bathed in the pasty white light from the cheap bulb above the sink, Mac opened drawers and cabinets on a hunt for something to make the night pass easier.

She found a frayed satin sleep mask in a drawer, tied around a crusty bottle of hairspray. Pink stitching across the satin read, What Happens In Vegas...

Under the sink, behind a leaking bottle of bubble bath, and coated in the sparkling gritty powder of a deconstructed bath bomb, she found a package of purple foam earplugs. And behind the hinged mirror above the sink, she found a bottle of recently expired melatonin tablets.

Mac turned the melatonin bottle over in her hands to read the instructions.