No Place Like Home - A Camilla Randall Mystery (The Camilla Randall Mysteries) - Plot & Excerpts
Skinner I recognized the man's voice as I led the drunken Dorothy to the guest room. Skinner. Here. How had he found me? He sounded upset. Obviously Plant had picked up on whatever weirdness it was that I'd felt coming from Skinner when I met him. Something about him seemed phony. Untrustworthy. Plant spoke to him in an uncharacteristic tone—sharp, bordering on rudeness. He obviously didn't want the man in his house. I heard Skinner say he wanted was Ronzo's things. Which were still in the trunk of my car. Better for Skinner to have them than me. I had no desire to see Mr. Ronson V. Zolek again for any reason. I was torn between the need to tell Skinner I had what he wanted and the need to put the wobbly Dorothy to bed. Right now, Dorothy's needs seemed more urgent. "I'm so embarrassed," Dorothy kept saying. "You probably think I'm some sort of dreadful lush. But it's the medication. I'm on these pills…" I hoped the medication was to blame. It would be so awful if my new employee turned out to be an alcoholic.
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