Buried: Mystery Series (My Murder Mysteries #2) by H. B. Rae Page B

knew Tammy. She tried her best to listen to their conversations, to see if she could work out who they were.
    "I wish he was dead!" cried Linda Bell, a middle-aged woman who was sitting there. She then turned around and glared at Barry, although he did not see her, not caring to notice her.
    "I can't believe he murders our relatives and gets away with it!" yelled an enraged Joseph Hart, who was an elderly man. He was the father of one of the victims.
    Tracy Bradley, the mother of the youngest victim, just sat there, crying again.
    "I'd do anything to bring justice for my boy!" she said.
    "Believe me, love, any one of us would!" cried Bethy Sanders, the young daughter of one of the victims.
    "And there's that bitch detective who failed to solve the case!" cried William Sanders, the brother of Bethy, who was considerably older than his sister.
    Tammy knew they were talking about her at that point, but she did not want to make it obvious. She sipped her drink, continuing to listen.
    "I agree with you there," said Linda. "She deserves to be sacked!"
    Tracy Bradley had had enough.
    "I'm going out for some air," she said.
    "I'll join you," added Joseph Hart, quickly jumping up to follow her.
    Tammy thought that was rather strange. She began to think rather sinister thoughts – perhaps they were plotting to murder Barry Scott? It was certainly a possibility, and it had happened before, and given the mental state that group was in, it was certainly likely, although Tammy did not want to get involved in any way – if they were going to do it, she would let them get on with it.
    Tammy then turned around and saw Miranda talking to the woman in the red clothes. She looked like a tart, in Tammy's opinion, but since Miranda was chatting with her, she must be a decent person, thought Tammy.
    "Don't say anything," said the woman, whose name was Angela. "But I'm planning on getting with that man tonight!"
    "Which one?" asked Miranda, dreading the inevitable answer.
    Angela pointed to Barry Scott. Inside, Tammy felt sick. Could Angela be his next victim?
    "He's a dangerous man!" Miranda tried to explain to her, but Angela did not listen. Angela then stopped talking to Miranda and approached Barry, who was still at the bar, and started dishing out flirtatious compliments to him.
    Five minutes later, Tammy had had enough. She walked out, unable to face that man any more. Unfortunately, on her way out, she caught Barry Scott kissing Angela around the side of the pub.
    "Ah, hello!" said Barry.
    Tammy was so sick of it. By now, four or five other people were standing outside of the pub, smoking cigarettes.
    "You make me sick," said Tammy, in a slow tone of voice.
    "Do I?" he said.
    "You know that you won't be free forever! You'll be behind bars sooner or later!"
    By now, Miranda and Pam had also left the building.
    "Really?" said Barry. "And why do you think that is?"
    "Because you're a serial killer!" cried Tammy, getting excited.
    "We've been through this," Barry replied. "I did not kill anybody. You have no evidence of that, and you never will find any evidence of that. I'm sorry, but you've lost on this one!"
    "So, you're confessing?" said Tammy, trying to force it out of him once and for all.
    "No," said Barry, "just telling you the facts. You will never catch the killer if you keep going on at me. Let's face it, even if I were the killer, you would not have been able to catch me, so that makes you a really crap detective, doesn't it?"
    Tammy felt so small inside.
    "I'll tell you something," she said to him quietly, going right up to him. "I'll see you get what you deserve one day, even if it's the last thing I do!"
    Barry said nothing and laughed.
    "I'll get you!" screamed Tammy, almost slapping him on the face. However, she was stopped by Pam.
    "Come on, get back inside," said Pam.
    Tammy was almost dragged back in, but she did not go back into the pub.
    "I'll walk home!" she said, extremely frustrated.
    Before she left, Tammy gave one last