Saturday Night Cleaver (A Barbara Marr Murder Mystery #4)
““Is she done heaving? Time is ticking, time is ticking.”
“Why, she’s feelin’ finer than a frog’s hair split four ways and sanded twice,” he drawled. “Be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”
He winked at me and whispered in my ear. “Jest keep an open mind and have a listen to what we have to say. I think this kin work.”
Not sure I really had a choice in the matter, I stood when he helped me, and back in we went. Despite their assertions to the contrary, I still clung to the hope tha...t Colt’s text code did in fact mean he was somewhere in or around the Ashes’s house on Nectarine Drive. I decided the quickest route to the egg had to be through the hen house.
When I reappeared in the doorway of our mini-prison, Howard smiled weakly. “How are you?”
“Didn’t yodel my groceries,” I quipped. “How about you?”
“We were just having a nice chat.MoreLess
“Why, she’s feelin’ finer than a frog’s hair split four ways and sanded twice,” he drawled. “Be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”
He winked at me and whispered in my ear. “Jest keep an open mind and have a listen to what we have to say. I think this kin work.”
Not sure I really had a choice in the matter, I stood when he helped me, and back in we went. Despite their assertions to the contrary, I still clung to the hope tha...t Colt’s text code did in fact mean he was somewhere in or around the Ashes’s house on Nectarine Drive. I decided the quickest route to the egg had to be through the hen house.
When I reappeared in the doorway of our mini-prison, Howard smiled weakly. “How are you?”
“Didn’t yodel my groceries,” I quipped. “How about you?”
“We were just having a nice chat.MoreLess
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