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Zolpe-done,” Dirk said. “But when we counted the pills and compared them to what’s left, it didn’t look like any were missing.”
“Okey dokey.” Eileen popped the rest of the cookie into her mouth. “We’ll get on it.”
“You’ll get on it right away?” Dirk asked.
Savannah nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. She gave Eileen a bright smile. “It would probably take me a few hours to go home, bake up a batch of those chocolate chip pecan cookies you’re so fond of, and get back here.”
Eileen returned the smile. “The universe is just filled with coincidences. That’s exactly how long it’ll take us to run these samples.”
Chapter 6
S avannah took bribery very seriously. And as soon as she got home, she hauled her bowls, measuring cups, and mixer out of the cupboards and got busy making chocolate chip pecan cookies.
Dirk and Tammy kept her company, sitting at her kitchen table, watching, waiting, and offering advice.
When Savannah dumped in a cup full of brown sugar, Tammy grimaced and took a swig from a glass filled with her favorite beverage—filtered, organic, pure, mountain spring water.
Until Savannah met Tammy, she wasn’t aware there was such a thing as “organic” water. And she was pretty sure that, in spite of the high price and fancy labeling, the sparkling, crystalline stuff was coming from somebody’s backyard garden hose in Ox-nard.
“You know,” Tammy said, “you could put honey and whole wheat flour in those cookies, and they’d be a lot healthier.”
“Or …” Dirk added for good measure, “… you could triple the recipe and give me a care package to take home with me.”
“Or I could ignore the two of you and do things the way I want to.”
Tammy nodded. “That’s always an option. Not the best one, but …”
“Hush up and drink your water, Nature Girl.” Savannah tossed twice the amount of chocolate chips into the dough. She’d learned long ago not to scrimp on the goodies when concocting a bribe.
“How long till those things will be ready?” Dirk asked for the fourth time since he had sat down at her table.
“Fifteen minutes,” she replied, “unless you ask me again, and then it’ll be five days.”
“Five days?” His face fell. “How come five days?”
“’Cause it’ll probably be five days before I’m in the mood to do more baking.”
“Oh.”
“Get a chicken leg out of the ice box and gnaw on that while you’re waiting.”
“Okay!” He jumped up from the table and nearly knocked her over as he passed her on his way to the refrigerator.
Tammy shook her head. “When it comes to food, Dirko, you have no dignity at all.”
“What’s dignity got to do with anything?” he asked, pulling out a cellophane-wrapped plate of fried chicken.
“He’s getting revenge,” Savannah said with a snicker.
“What?” Tammy watched him bite into a drumstick with gusto.
“Long story,” he mumbled. “And a private one, Savannah. Keep it to yourself.”
“Do you really think someone’s trying to kill our client’s grandmother?” Tammy asked, watching Savannah drop the spoonfuls of batter onto a cookie sheet.
Savannah smiled, thinking how sweet it was that Tammy referred to every person who walked through Savannah’s front door as “our” client. Poor girl. She got precious little payment for her labors on behalf of the Moonlight Magnolia Detective Agency.Whatever modicum of self-satisfaction she received from her mundane duties of answering the phone, doing paperwork, and computer research was well deserved.
“I think it’s highly likely,” Savannah said. “And what really burns my biscuits is that they’re not only trying to do her harm, but trying to make her look like a doddering old fool in the process. I don’t cotton to that sort of mistreatment of the elderly.”
Tammy grinned. “Granny Reid wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would she?”
Savannah shoved the cookies into the oven with far more vigor than necessary. “I’m
“Okey dokey.” Eileen popped the rest of the cookie into her mouth. “We’ll get on it.”
“You’ll get on it right away?” Dirk asked.
Savannah nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. She gave Eileen a bright smile. “It would probably take me a few hours to go home, bake up a batch of those chocolate chip pecan cookies you’re so fond of, and get back here.”
Eileen returned the smile. “The universe is just filled with coincidences. That’s exactly how long it’ll take us to run these samples.”
Chapter 6
S avannah took bribery very seriously. And as soon as she got home, she hauled her bowls, measuring cups, and mixer out of the cupboards and got busy making chocolate chip pecan cookies.
Dirk and Tammy kept her company, sitting at her kitchen table, watching, waiting, and offering advice.
When Savannah dumped in a cup full of brown sugar, Tammy grimaced and took a swig from a glass filled with her favorite beverage—filtered, organic, pure, mountain spring water.
Until Savannah met Tammy, she wasn’t aware there was such a thing as “organic” water. And she was pretty sure that, in spite of the high price and fancy labeling, the sparkling, crystalline stuff was coming from somebody’s backyard garden hose in Ox-nard.
“You know,” Tammy said, “you could put honey and whole wheat flour in those cookies, and they’d be a lot healthier.”
“Or …” Dirk added for good measure, “… you could triple the recipe and give me a care package to take home with me.”
“Or I could ignore the two of you and do things the way I want to.”
Tammy nodded. “That’s always an option. Not the best one, but …”
“Hush up and drink your water, Nature Girl.” Savannah tossed twice the amount of chocolate chips into the dough. She’d learned long ago not to scrimp on the goodies when concocting a bribe.
“How long till those things will be ready?” Dirk asked for the fourth time since he had sat down at her table.
“Fifteen minutes,” she replied, “unless you ask me again, and then it’ll be five days.”
“Five days?” His face fell. “How come five days?”
“’Cause it’ll probably be five days before I’m in the mood to do more baking.”
“Oh.”
“Get a chicken leg out of the ice box and gnaw on that while you’re waiting.”
“Okay!” He jumped up from the table and nearly knocked her over as he passed her on his way to the refrigerator.
Tammy shook her head. “When it comes to food, Dirko, you have no dignity at all.”
“What’s dignity got to do with anything?” he asked, pulling out a cellophane-wrapped plate of fried chicken.
“He’s getting revenge,” Savannah said with a snicker.
“What?” Tammy watched him bite into a drumstick with gusto.
“Long story,” he mumbled. “And a private one, Savannah. Keep it to yourself.”
“Do you really think someone’s trying to kill our client’s grandmother?” Tammy asked, watching Savannah drop the spoonfuls of batter onto a cookie sheet.
Savannah smiled, thinking how sweet it was that Tammy referred to every person who walked through Savannah’s front door as “our” client. Poor girl. She got precious little payment for her labors on behalf of the Moonlight Magnolia Detective Agency.Whatever modicum of self-satisfaction she received from her mundane duties of answering the phone, doing paperwork, and computer research was well deserved.
“I think it’s highly likely,” Savannah said. “And what really burns my biscuits is that they’re not only trying to do her harm, but trying to make her look like a doddering old fool in the process. I don’t cotton to that sort of mistreatment of the elderly.”
Tammy grinned. “Granny Reid wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would she?”
Savannah shoved the cookies into the oven with far more vigor than necessary. “I’m
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