The Purrfect Murder (2008)
“Folly Steinhauser remained in her seat, confused.
Big Mim stood up, held up her hands in a conciliatory gesture, and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, enjoy your desserts.” Prudently, she added, “Please stay in your seats until further notice.” Then, nodding to the violinist, she sat down.
Folly may be a good organizer, but she’s not up to a crisis, she thought to herself, then she turned to her husband and whispered, “Where’s Marilyn?”
Little Mim was not in her seat.
“I don’t know, honeybun.” He started to rise.
She put her hand on his forearm. “Wait. If she’s not back in five minutes, then look. More than likely she went to the bathroom.”
As the music filtered over the now-murmuring crowd, Little Mim, ashen-faced, walked not to Table 1 but to her mother.
Leaning over, she whispered, “Carla Paulson’s lying on the front lawn. Her throat is cut. Coop is there. So is Tazio Chappars—she had the knife in her hand.”
Face composed, Big Mim lifted her eyebrows and forced a smile.
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