A Stitch To Die For (An Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mystery Book 5) - Plot & Excerpts
“I’m here to see Lawrence.” I took a step back to keep from breathing in his nicotine-laced breath. “He’s out for the day.” “When do you expect him back?” “Not until later this evening.” His mouth quirked into a frown of annoyance. “I was supposed to pick something up from him.” Even though I couldn’t see most of his face, something about the man seemed vaguely familiar to me. “Did we meet at the wedding?” His cheeks shifted upward, and his nose wrinkled. Although the sunglasses hid his eyes, I had the distinct impression he was squinting at me in a lecherous, old-geezer sort of way, not that he qualified for old-geezer status. I pegged him at no more than mid-fifties. “Couldn’t make it. I was out of town on a job. You his new missus?” “Her daughter. Anastasia Pollack.” I let go of the doorknob and held out my hand. “And you are?” “Steven.” He withdrew his right hand from his pocket and nearly crushed my fingers with an overly firm handshake as he stepped uninvited across the threshold.
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