The Case Of Spilled Milk And Shed Tears: Holiday In Holiday Short Mystery, #5

By S. Newell

Don't cry over missing milk.

 

Mandy is trying to focus on her job as the publicist for Holiday Beach, Florida, but the town has other ideas. It's National Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk Day and all the milk that was set aside for the special milk spilling ceremony is missing. There are no clues and only limited suspects, because why would anyone want to steal a ton of milk?

But if Mandy can't find the culprit and the milk before time runs out, the celebration will be ruined and the whole town will end up crying over missing milk.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. Newell
• Release date: Feb 12, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224129461

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The Case Of Spilled Milk And Shed Tears

S. Newell

Copyright © 2024 by S. Newell

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Author's Note

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Chapter 1

The scent of fresh baking bread drew Mandy from her groggy stupor. A list of travel sites she'd reached out to flew from her mind as her feet dragged her down the palm tree lined sidewalk. The entrance to Martin's Grocery, the source of the smell, was just feet away, but she really shouldn't go in there. She was already running behind schedule. She'd hit snooze one too many times this morning, and the mayor's secretary, Nancy, wouldn't be happy if she was late with her weekly progress report. It seemed like Nancy believed that report was the only way to assure that Mandy, the town’s publicist, was doing her job. An increase in tourists didn’t count.

But the smell was heavenly and her stomach rumbled, begging for something to fill it after a long night of sleep.

But, no, there was already a delicious breakfast waiting on a plate for her at DelKity Bakery. All she had to do was run in and grab it as she passed by on her way to city hall. She didn't have the time to stop at Martin's or a reason to.

Except maybe lunch?

Mandy! Mandy, wait! A tropical vacation version of Mrs. Claus hustled out the sliding glass doors of the grocery store.

Well, that was that. She was stopping. Mandy adjusted her path to walk towards the woman.

Beth-Anne, it's nice to see you. Mandy's attempt at a wave was squished when the older woman pulled her