She craved a tall glass of the fresh-squeezed lemonade from the pitcher she’d left chilling in the fridge. Two glasses served with a generous slice of pound cake with orange glaze icing sounded twice as nice.
You’re a nosy sleuth like me because you can’t help it,” Alma said.
The busy snoops like us can leave no stone unturned,” Alma said.
My feet crunched over dry hickory leaves. Wood rangers had stapled up Smokey Bear (“Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires!”) signs along the state roads. One cigarette butt flicked out a passing car window and there’d be real hell to pay.
Petey Samson gave the ladies an over-the-shoulder glance. He realized no doggie treat was forthcoming, even from Isabel who was usually the soft mark to hit up. He scratched his front claws to re-attack the sand.
His agility surprised Phoebe Ash. She saw the plaster cast on his right leg. Funny messages in ink—“Go break the left one, tiger!”—had been written on the off-white plaster.
In near panic, I craned my neck to gaze over the cabin’s roofline a bursting fireball.
Just the night before, a puma’s howl had set a chill at my spine and, man, life didn’t get any richer than that.
Quote taken from Chapter 1: That’s the idea. Listen, Frank, this one is different. She’s a keeper.” He let that part gel in me. “Get your head screwed on straight and move to Richmond. You hate it living in Pelham.
Alma didn’t want Isabel to start singing the praises of their pet, a rescue beagle, or she wouldn’t shush until sundown. “I’ve found the missing lady,” Alma said. “Say welcome home, Betsy Sweet.
Quote taken from Chapter 1:I know what.” Isabel reached under the end table, took out the game board, and rattled the Band-Aid box containing the letter tiles. “It’s been a week-and-a-half since our last Scrabble game.
A diamond wedding ring, you say?”I studied his face. Was he putting me on? He looked earnest. “As any guy would expect, a diamond is what she’s after,” I said. “Did you hold out hope you’d get by for anything less?