Boiled Over (A Maine Clambake Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
“Cabe?” His name leaped from my lips. Flynn’s certainty Cabe would contact me must have affected me more that I’d realized. “Julia, it’s Pammie.” The kid scheduled to work in our ticket kiosk on the dock today. “I’ve been throwing up all night. I can’t make it to work.” I was usually deeply suspicious of sudden-onset stomach ills, particularly among the college-age staff, particularly on a Monday. But Pammie was the daughter of long-time Busman’s Harbor summer residents, and she hadn’t been so much as late all summer. “Pammie, it’s okay. Thanks for calling.” “Sorry to call so early. I wanted to give you plenty of notice.” “Go back to bed. Let me know about tomorrow.” “I will. I think it’s that twenty-four hour thing that’s going around.” First I’d heard of it. I considered finding a substitute for Pammie, but decided to do the job myself. I left the house before my mother or Richelle were up. They didn’t really know each other and I felt badly leaving them alone together, but I had no choice.
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