Worst Laid Plans (A Maddox Storm Mystery Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Burns got the polish kit out and kept the coffee coming while I flitted through the reception rooms with an industrial super-lengthened feather duster. We decided on a bedroom suite that overlooked the lake and swapped out the lumpy mattress for something firmer from a courtyard-facing room. The linen closet was a small shop of horrors, complete with mothballs randomly tossed in between the sheets. I selected a set of cream bedding and shoved it into the machine on a wash/dry cycle, since there wasn’t time to send it out. My mother came over to finalize the menu before she went shopping for ingredients. Oh, and to drill me on Joe. “Did you and Joe talk?” she wanted to know. “We talked,” I said dully. “He went back to New York.” The look she gave me was so aggrieved, I felt compelled to point out, “For once, I can honestly claim none of this is my fault.” “I know, honey.” She patted my knee. “I was just hoping this little separation could be resolved before things went too far.”
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