Canyons, Caravans, & Cadavers (Camper & Criminals, #6)

by Tonya Kappes

the plate of food dropped and splattered all over body of Coach Scott Goodman and the arrow stuck in his back.

A small gold plate was inscribed with my name, the data, and the name of our town.

the local restaurants and business have graciously donated not only their products,

I watched as one of kids drew her bow back.

“If you need anything while your renting the camper,

I pointed to the small white travel trailer that I’d converted a single camper.

I glanced up at the security camera above the door and wondered if Hank had had talked to the school yet.

I’m in bit of a pickle.

Hank’s expression wasn’t what I thought it would be to be when I gave him a copy of the Archery and Rifle Club roster.

A lot of fun as in she gave me information that would be help me solve cases having to do with Happy Trails and my livelihood., not because I enjoyed running around looking for a killer and putting my life in danger.

although hank tried to speak.

I gripped the edges of the quilt I’d grabbed off the couch while I let Fifi out to door to do her business

I walked around to see what how much cleaning I needed to do and how long it would take,

I put the ink pen in the counter,

Christine Watson greeted me with from behind the bakery’s counter.

I’d like what an economics lesson plan looks like so I can see if my new school district is up to snuff.”

I had no idea school was on early arrival and dismal for spring.

we’ve all helped out with solving the crimes that have happening around here.”

“I’m I that obvious?”

she was going to ask him move back in,

She bent down and looked at one of the planner more closely.

We passed a bathroom and a break room before we reaching a door marked Office.

H was blackmailing you.

Dottie had taken and ink pen from her bosom and Hank hesitated,

Grease you oven with high-heat oil.