The Fortune Teller (Tropical Breeze Cozy Mystery Book 5) - Plot & Excerpts
He had offered to stop by Cadbury House on his way down to Tropical Breeze and pick us up, which would have been amusing. Three of us in a 1991 5-door hatchback about the size of a clown car. I could just see that car, bumping and farting down the dirt road coming out of Cadbury House with the three of us jostling around inside it. Also, he would have been extremely early (he always is), and would have been reading the time off his precision atomic watch at regular intervals until we’d been ready to leave. I said we’d meet him there. We got out of my SUV and stared at the I.T.I.Q. van, which was parked at the curb in front of Ed’s little monster. I could only shake my head, while Michael muttered, “Point to Mr. Smith.” “Mr. Pacetti,” I reminded him. “The dude is slick. But why would he have smelled a set-up? For once, I’m glad Ed is always early. Hopefully, he got here first, though I’m not sure how much difference it would make.
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