Holidays Can Be Murder: A Charlie Parker Christmas Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
Sally, our part-time receptionist, was already there. Her car sat in the parking area behind the gray and white Victorian that houses the private investigation agency I own with my brother, Ron.“Hey there,” Sally greeted as Rusty and I blew in through the back door. “Weather’s kind of taken a turn, hasn’t it?” Her normally ruddy cheeks were pinker than usual but her shaggy blond haircut didn’t look any more ruffled than it usually does.“Whew! I’m just glad it wasn’t doing this yesterday. We hung a hundred and forty-three strings of lights all over the outside of our house. Covered the trees with them too. And Saturday—I can’t even begin to guess how many paper bag tops I folded down. Drake’s got them all over the floor of the garage so he can fill them with sand over the next few days.”“By next year he’ll probably be more than willing to buy them ready-made,” she said with a chuckle.“Who knows? He’s very much a do-it-yourself kind of guy. And he offered to help the new neighbors with theirs, too.
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