By Umberto Urso
From Lost and Fondue, by Avery Aames
Charlotte Bessette is going to be the death of me. I adore the woman but, as chief of police in Providence, I have to admit her brazen digging into the crimes that have cropped up in our fair town puts me on edge. I’m good at my job. Dedicated to the point of distraction, some will say. I had political aspirations early on, but I gave those up so I could make sure that the town I love—the town I grew up in—is safe.
So why doesn’t Charlotte trust me to do my job?
Okay, she does. She tells me so. And yet she persists in sticking her nose in where it doesn’t belong.
That’s not true. Her nose does, sort of, belong. I mean, I can’t fault her for wanting to clear her grandmother of murder, though I had every right to suspect Bernadette of being guilty. She was holding the murder weapon. And, all right, I can’t deny that Charlotte is personally invested this time. After all, her best friend Meredith’s niece—a girl Charlotte babysat—is suspected of murder. And, yeah, fine, I have to admit that, in the long run, Charlotte does turn up clues that change my way of thinking.
But it’s not like I’m sitting on my hands or twiddling my thumbs. I would reach those conclusions on my own. I don’t leap to judgment. I make sure evidence supports my theories. I research all the people involved…thoroughly.
Charlotte and I have been friends since we were kids. We dated once, but then she fell for…aw, heck, never mind. That’s in the past. But perhaps our past is the problem. She knows how to talk her way onto my good side. She makes me laugh. And that smile of hers just about does me in sometimes. To top it off, she never backs down. As much as that aspect irritates me, I have to say I admire that about her.
Most of all, I worry about her getting hurt. She takes unnecessary risks. She didn't used to. In fact, back in high school, she was a scaredy-cat and a bunch of us told her so. See, we wanted to steal into the old abandoned Ziegler Winery. Charlotte refused to go in with us, so after we came out, we taunted her about there being hidden treasure and dead bodies in the cellar. It wasn’t cool, but hey, we were young. After that, she grew bolder. In our senior year, on a dare, she slipped into the cat lady’s house to take pictures of the cat lady sleeping in her rocker. She came out with tales about lions and tigers and... You get the idea.
So tell me, how do I get her to understand that she can trust me to do the right thing now?
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You can learn more about Urso and
watch Charlotte and him butt heads in Lost and Fondue,
available in stores everywhere.
And watch for CLOBBERED BY CAMEMBERT, coming out February 2012.
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