Boiled Over (A Maine Clambake Mystery)
“Dan Small was overseeing the next event, the B&B Bed Races, where a dozen B&Bs attempted to beat each other in two-bed heats that pitted souped-up double beds-cum-go-carts against one another until a victor emerged. The only rule was the driver had to remain in the bed as it careened down the hill from the library to the dock. It sounded like a great way to get killed and when Bunnie had looked for a volunteer to run it, I’d sat on my hands until they lost all feeling.
With time to kill, I deci...ded to go out to Camp Glooscap. Binder hadn’t exactly asked me to find out what I could about Stevie’s background, but he’d wondered aloud if I had contacts there. As it happened I did. I hadn’t missed Sergeant Flynn’s frosty reaction to Binder’s suggestion, but I decided to ignore it. Binder was the boss, after all.
When I reached home I asked Mom if I could borrow her car.
“The keys are in it!” she shouted. Of course they are.
Driving my mother’s twelve-year-old Buick up the peninsula toward Camp Glooscap made me keenly aware, once again, of my transportation problems.MoreLess
With time to kill, I deci...ded to go out to Camp Glooscap. Binder hadn’t exactly asked me to find out what I could about Stevie’s background, but he’d wondered aloud if I had contacts there. As it happened I did. I hadn’t missed Sergeant Flynn’s frosty reaction to Binder’s suggestion, but I decided to ignore it. Binder was the boss, after all.
When I reached home I asked Mom if I could borrow her car.
“The keys are in it!” she shouted. Of course they are.
Driving my mother’s twelve-year-old Buick up the peninsula toward Camp Glooscap made me keenly aware, once again, of my transportation problems.MoreLess
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