Live And Lime Die: A Key West Culinary Cozy - Book 8 - Plot & Excerpts
It was dark and deserted, the police had left after their search for evidence, and her back yard was cordoned off with yellow tape – not a welcome sight. She paid the driver and trudged up the steps of the front porch, weary to the bone. Without bothering to even snap on the lights, Marilyn went straight from the front door to the stairs, dragging herself up to bed, barely able to keep her eyes open. Fluffy, the grey striped cat that Tiara had rescued several months ago, trotted up faithfully behind her, in anticipation of curling up in her plush kitty bed underneath the nightstand. The contented feline seemed to sleep most of the time, but she never actually got into her bed until Marilyn was in hers. Sliding out of her shoes and slipping into the oldest, baggiest pajamas she could find, the exhausted mother sunk gratefully into bed, pulling the covers up under her chin and falling immediately asleep. "Thunk!” A sound had Marilyn moving her head restlessly against her pillow. “Thunk!”
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