Read Whiskey Rebellion (Romantic Mystery/Comedy) Book 1 (Addison Holmes Mysteries) for Free Online

another job.”
    “If you need one that badly, I could let you do some surveillance work for me at the agency. We’re a little overburdened at the moment. Adultery and fraud are up this month.”
    Kate had been a police officer for two years before deciding she wasn’t a team player, so she quit and opened her own private investigations office between Whiskey Bayou and Savannah.
    The McClean Agency was one of the most popular in all Georgia. Kate had kept friendly relations with her contacts in the police department, and she still got to carry a gun. Sometimes I was a little jealous of the gun. It made her look really cool and important whenever we went out to dinner somewhere. All I ever got to carry around was a bunch of ungraded term papers.
    “I’m glad business is good for you,” I said, perking up at the thought that someone else’s misfortune could be money in my pocket. “What would I have to do?”
    “It’s a pretty easy job. I’ll give you some files on the people we’ve been hired to investigate and you follow them around and take pictures. You’re not licensed so you can’t meet with clients and you’ll have to keep accurate records so I can write the reports. We’ll put you on the payroll as an independent contractor and pay you a hundred dollars a night. You only have to make sure the targets don’t see you.”
    “A hundred dollars a night! I bet Mattress Mattie doesn’t make a hundred dollars a night.”
    “Mattress Mattie doesn’t have teeth, Addison. I don’t think you can compare the two.”
    “Whatever. I’ll take the job. If I do work for you in the evenings and eat Top Ramen for every meal, I might just be able to pull this off. This is great. Thanks.”
    “What are friends for? Stop by the office after school tomorrow and you can fill out the paperwork.”
    I was going to be the best employee the McClean Agency had ever seen. Sam Spade would be no more than a name by the time Addison Holmes had made her mark. The sigh must have tipped Kate off to my thoughts.
    “You’re totally having delusions of grandeur, aren’t you?”
    “Maybe a little,” I said, pouting.
    “Why don’t I show you how exciting detective work is? Finish your beer and get out of your pajamas.”
    “You won’t regret this, Kate.”
    “That’s what you said when we were in the tenth grade and you talked me into sneaking out and borrowing my mom’s car to go to Brad Cooper’s party.”
    “Yeah, but she never did find out how that dent got on her fender.”

    The rain was still pouring when we left my apartment and headed out to the parking lot. Kate had no problem with parking in range of falling bricks, and after I looked at the car she was driving, I could see why she wouldn’t care.
    “Nice car,” I said, eyeing the taupe Taurus with immediate dislike.
    “The first rule of thumb is to always blend in to your surroundings.”
    I looked at my shiny red Z and back at Kate’s Taurus with a shake of my head.
    “Are you sure you don’t want to take my car?” I asked. I grimaced as the sticky stuff on the door handle attached itself to my hand.
    “No, I just told you we need to blend in. People have a tendency to notice flashy red sports cars. Especially one that says HISTORY on the license plate.”
    “All right, all right, show me the ropes,” I said. “Who are we going to bust?”
    “No one,” Kate said with an eye roll.
    We headed into Savannah at a boring, law-abiding speed and it was everything I could do not to fidget in my seat and sneak glances at the speedometer. We turned into a sub-division of middle class, ranch-style houses built in the seventies. There were cars of various makes and models parked along the street, and I was ashamed to say Kate was right. My car would have stood out like a sore thumb, even with the added cover of the rain. She parked behind a minivan that had “Wash Me” written in the dust on the back window and then shut off the engine. I cracked my