Death In Four Courses: A Key West Food Critic Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
I guess I’ve just got meat Under my skin. —Roy Blount Jr. I left the bed-and-breakfast, tapping down little niggles of worry that sprouted up faster than I could squash them down. I sat on my scooter for a few minutes, my face lifted to the midday sun, trying to decide what should come next. What was my mother’s theory about Yoshe? And how was she pursuing it? And most disturbing of all, why hadn’t she called me? What I really wanted to do was go to the police station, burst into the detective’s office, and beg him to put his best men out looking for my mother. Of all people, wouldn’t he know what it felt like to almost lose someone you should be taking care of? On the other hand, it was really too early to worry. I’d feel totally ridiculous when Mom turned up, having spent the afternoon admiring and photographing the descendents of Hemingway’s cats. Or lowering her blood pressure with a spin through the Butterfly Conservatory. Which would explain why her cell phone was silent.
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