She promised to have the decoration committee chair call me, and I said again that I’d draw up some sketches and make another appointment with her when I had them ready. I just hoped she would call her decorator pronto. We couldn’t afford to lose a single day. By daylight ...
Before I could get there, she stepped in front of me and wagged a handful of message slips in my face. “These are for you. Sorry, but your voice mail is full. I had to start writing them down.” Gulp! This was bad. This was really bad. “I’m sorry,” I...
He wasn’t in the Honeymooner suite, so I scoured the inn for him and finally found him in the garden, talking about fishing with Dontae and Cleveland. He was regaling them with a story about catching a small shark while fishing in the Gulf of Mexico—a story that might even have been true. Then ag...
I had expected to find Moose working, but in spite of the fact that every light inside the place was on and stadium-type lighting flooded the parking lot, the shop appeared deserted. Even Scotty’s lawn chair sat empty in the parking lot with only a trash bag of empty beer cans to show that he’d e...
Renier, why don’t you tell me what happened this morning?” I glanced up from the table in the conference room above Zydeco’s kitchen and looked toward the door, fully expecting Miss Frankie, Philippe’s mother, to be standing there. “Mrs. Renier?” &n...
She tried again to convince me to steer clear, but I still thought she underestimated me. I was perfectly capable of giving the press a brief statement without embarrassing Zydeco. And once the police cleared things up with Uncle Nestor, there would be nothing to worry about on that score.I made ...