Hijack In Abstract (A Cherry Tucker Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
No goats appeared, nor did Miss David, for which I thanked the Lord profusely. Bad enough to suffer comments from Rupert on my “quaint and cunning bucolic lifestyle” (i.e. hick), but to also suffer the withering glances of Miss David? No, thank you. In the farm kitchen, I served everyone a glass of tea. The driver disappeared to tour the farm or, more likely, to sleep in the car. After assessing Rupert as an obnoxious irritant, Grandpa took off to hang with his goats. Or fish. Which left Pearl, Rupert, and I. I seated Rupert at the table and watched as Pearl took it upon herself to make a real lunch. The lunch I wanted an hour ago, not during a contract negotiation. “I hope you didn’t come all the way to Halo to bring me my contract,” I said to Rupert, while trying to catch Pearl’s attention. She flitted between the fridge and cabinets, gathering supplies. “Pearl. We don’t need to be fed. Why don’t you scoot and continue your work on ridding the house of its history?”
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