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stay off the streets for a good long time just by selling their gold-plated faucets. Still, it wasn’t fair to the couple having the wedding. And the music wasn’t that loud. She looked across the valley to the Befort’s vineyard. She bet they could barely hear the music from there.
Aidan had reached Mr. Grigoryan.
“He’s a bastard!” Mr. Grigoryan was clearly warming up. “He throws weddings too, and we don’t complain. Not a single time. This is harassment.”
“The music is a little loud, sir. Could you turn it down a little?” The cop pinched his finger and thumb so only an inch separated them, the universal sign for a little. He had a slight Hispanic accent.
“It’s a band.” Mr. Grigoryan stamped his foot. “A band cannot be turned down like a teenage boy’s stereo. He wants to ruin us. He will pay for that.”
“Issuing threats isn’t going to help your case.” The policeman looked ready to pop.
Milena plucked at her husband’s elbow.
“Narek,” she said, but he glared at her, and she shut up.
Sofia spoke, “Officer? The closest neighbor is pretty far away. I wonder if you’d mind driving over there and seeing if you can hear the music from there? I’d hate to have these nice folks’ wedding ruined by some kind of silly neighborhood argument.”
“It’s not silly,” Grigoryan bellowed. “The arrogant bastard wants to ruin me!”
The policeman moved toward Grigoryan, but Aidan stepped between them and put an arm around Grigoryan’s broad shoulders.
Sofia trotted out her best smile.
“Please,” she said. “Pretty please?”
The policeman finally looked at her. “You’re Sofia Salgado!”
Aidan rolled his eyes, but he turned Grigoryan away from the cop and walked him back toward the party, speaking in a low, reassuring voice. Good. The further away Grigoryan was, the better. Milena trailed along behind them, casting glances over her shoulder at Sofia and the officer.
“That’s me,” Sofia said.
“My kids loved The Half Pint Detective !” he said. “Especially the one with the dog.”
There had been a lot of episodes with dogs. Half Pint was hired to find lost dogs and cats a lot. Hard to believe she did that in real life now. “Weren’t those dogs so cute?”
He looked past her at the wedding hall.
“Would you like me to sign something, for your daughters?” she asked.
He was calming down. The music was quieter than before, a lovely classical piece she didn’t recognize. If Aidan could keep Grigoryan away, everything would be fine.
“Thank you,” the officer said. “That would be nice. For Mindy and Cindy.”
Behind his head, she saw Grigoryan coming out of the hall. She scribbled an autograph on the policeman’s ticket book as fast as she could. Aidan came out after Grigoryan, carrying a piece of cake. He’d let himself be distracted by wedding cake. Understandable, but lame. She planted a kiss next to her signature.
“Thank you, officer,” she said. “Tell Mindy and Cindy hi for me!”
Aidan grabbed Grigoryan’s elbow, but Grigoryan shook him off and kept on coming. When he reached them, he shouted. “And another thing!”
Sofia enveloped the angry Armenian’s barrel-chested torso in a giant hug.
“What a lovely wedding!” she said loudly.
Clearly confused, Grigoryan froze.
She pulled him in close. In an undertone, she told him, “He’s going over to cite Befort for making a false call. You don’t want to get in the way of that, do you?”
Sure, it was a lie, but if it kept things from exploding, what harm was there in it?
CHAPTER 12
T hey were finally on their way home. But since Aidan was driving
Aidan had reached Mr. Grigoryan.
“He’s a bastard!” Mr. Grigoryan was clearly warming up. “He throws weddings too, and we don’t complain. Not a single time. This is harassment.”
“The music is a little loud, sir. Could you turn it down a little?” The cop pinched his finger and thumb so only an inch separated them, the universal sign for a little. He had a slight Hispanic accent.
“It’s a band.” Mr. Grigoryan stamped his foot. “A band cannot be turned down like a teenage boy’s stereo. He wants to ruin us. He will pay for that.”
“Issuing threats isn’t going to help your case.” The policeman looked ready to pop.
Milena plucked at her husband’s elbow.
“Narek,” she said, but he glared at her, and she shut up.
Sofia spoke, “Officer? The closest neighbor is pretty far away. I wonder if you’d mind driving over there and seeing if you can hear the music from there? I’d hate to have these nice folks’ wedding ruined by some kind of silly neighborhood argument.”
“It’s not silly,” Grigoryan bellowed. “The arrogant bastard wants to ruin me!”
The policeman moved toward Grigoryan, but Aidan stepped between them and put an arm around Grigoryan’s broad shoulders.
Sofia trotted out her best smile.
“Please,” she said. “Pretty please?”
The policeman finally looked at her. “You’re Sofia Salgado!”
Aidan rolled his eyes, but he turned Grigoryan away from the cop and walked him back toward the party, speaking in a low, reassuring voice. Good. The further away Grigoryan was, the better. Milena trailed along behind them, casting glances over her shoulder at Sofia and the officer.
“That’s me,” Sofia said.
“My kids loved The Half Pint Detective !” he said. “Especially the one with the dog.”
There had been a lot of episodes with dogs. Half Pint was hired to find lost dogs and cats a lot. Hard to believe she did that in real life now. “Weren’t those dogs so cute?”
He looked past her at the wedding hall.
“Would you like me to sign something, for your daughters?” she asked.
He was calming down. The music was quieter than before, a lovely classical piece she didn’t recognize. If Aidan could keep Grigoryan away, everything would be fine.
“Thank you,” the officer said. “That would be nice. For Mindy and Cindy.”
Behind his head, she saw Grigoryan coming out of the hall. She scribbled an autograph on the policeman’s ticket book as fast as she could. Aidan came out after Grigoryan, carrying a piece of cake. He’d let himself be distracted by wedding cake. Understandable, but lame. She planted a kiss next to her signature.
“Thank you, officer,” she said. “Tell Mindy and Cindy hi for me!”
Aidan grabbed Grigoryan’s elbow, but Grigoryan shook him off and kept on coming. When he reached them, he shouted. “And another thing!”
Sofia enveloped the angry Armenian’s barrel-chested torso in a giant hug.
“What a lovely wedding!” she said loudly.
Clearly confused, Grigoryan froze.
She pulled him in close. In an undertone, she told him, “He’s going over to cite Befort for making a false call. You don’t want to get in the way of that, do you?”
Sure, it was a lie, but if it kept things from exploding, what harm was there in it?
CHAPTER 12
T hey were finally on their way home. But since Aidan was driving
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