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an authority on this stuff?”
“ What can I say? I watch a
lot of Oprah.”
They both laughed.
“ Okay,” said Greg.
“Thanks.”
“ So, just concentrate
tonight. I’m sure you can keep little
Greg in check while you kiss that
gorgeous, sexy redhead in front of God and man.”
Greg punched him in the arm. “Stop.”
“ Fine. How about a
snack?”
**********
Rebecca always thought of
her dad when she drank coffee. The two had downed gallons of the
black stuff while she did P.I. work with him. She liked Starbucks
because it was a handy place for her to use her laptop. But it
was not the
kind of coffee shop her dad frequented that had only regular or
decaf. With no frilly options or foreign-sounding sizes.
She could just imagine what would have
happened if he’d ever walked into a Starbucks.
“ Give me a large
coffee.”
“ Grande or
Venti?”
“ What?”
“ Which size did you want,
Sir? Grande or Venti?”
“ I want a large .”
“ Medium or dark
roast?”
“ Son, I just want you to
pour some coffee into a large cup. What’s so hard about
that?”
No, her dad wouldn’t have liked this at all.
But she sure wished he was here. She missed him every day. And
right now she could use his help catching Melanie’s killer.
She wondered if Larry the Loser had
killed his wife the way his alter ego did in the book. Probably,
she thought. The scene in which the hooker was killed sounded
exactly like what had really happened to her partner. If he had
known Melanie was an attorney instead of a hooker, he might not
have killed her. But even after he knew, he still bragged about the
murder in his book.
She wanted to nail his balls to the wall. If
he pulled a gun, she’d blow him away. But if she got the chance she
would prolong her enjoyment by torturing him first. She could
lasso his neck and let him see what it feels like. She imagined
sitting on his back, tightening the leather choker until he passed
out. Then she would let him regain consciousness and do it again.
He would plead for mercy as she took him to the brink of death over
and over again. She would show mercy—to the same degree he had
shown it to Melanie.
But she also wondered about the redhead.
Larry seemed obsessed with her. And now his attempts, or his
character’s attempts, to get her to call off the wedding had
failed. What would be his next move?
His book said the wedding
was on Saturday and Rebecca assumed it was in Texas. So, she
googled the phrase, ‘wedding announcements February 24 texas.’ If
she could find a wedding scheduled for that day and there was a
picture and the bride-to-be was a redhead…
She looked through several pages of wedding
announcements, mostly listed in the online versions of local
newspapers. Some of the pictures were in black and white. She began
to wonder if it was just waste of time.
Finally she came across the
wedding announcement page of the Coreyville Courier and spotted
a beautiful redhead posing with her fiancé. Rebecca remembered that
the woman in Larry’s novel had been a cheerleader in high school.
Yeah, she thought, this woman definitely looks like the cheerleader
type.
The ceremony was set for 7:00 PM. She
checked her watch. Could she get there before it was too late?
She closed her laptop and rushed out to her
car.
Chapter 12
Cynthia and her mom were at the church
getting dressed and putting on their makeup for the wedding when
Beverly heard a beep. “What was that?”
“ My cell phone. I got a text
message. Could you hand it to me?”
“ Sure.”
It was a message from Greg.
“ r u sure u want 2 go thru
with this?”
Cynthia typed in, “of course - hope ur not
getting cold feet”
“ not me - im worried about
u. that ul be sorry”
“ no way - ur the best thing
that ever happened 2 me”
“ but what about
sex?”
“ can’t wait”
“ but i may not be as good as
u think”
“ don’t b silly - gotta get
ready – c u soon”
“ ok”
“ What was that
“ What can I say? I watch a
lot of Oprah.”
They both laughed.
“ Okay,” said Greg.
“Thanks.”
“ So, just concentrate
tonight. I’m sure you can keep little
Greg in check while you kiss that
gorgeous, sexy redhead in front of God and man.”
Greg punched him in the arm. “Stop.”
“ Fine. How about a
snack?”
**********
Rebecca always thought of
her dad when she drank coffee. The two had downed gallons of the
black stuff while she did P.I. work with him. She liked Starbucks
because it was a handy place for her to use her laptop. But it
was not the
kind of coffee shop her dad frequented that had only regular or
decaf. With no frilly options or foreign-sounding sizes.
She could just imagine what would have
happened if he’d ever walked into a Starbucks.
“ Give me a large
coffee.”
“ Grande or
Venti?”
“ What?”
“ Which size did you want,
Sir? Grande or Venti?”
“ I want a large .”
“ Medium or dark
roast?”
“ Son, I just want you to
pour some coffee into a large cup. What’s so hard about
that?”
No, her dad wouldn’t have liked this at all.
But she sure wished he was here. She missed him every day. And
right now she could use his help catching Melanie’s killer.
She wondered if Larry the Loser had
killed his wife the way his alter ego did in the book. Probably,
she thought. The scene in which the hooker was killed sounded
exactly like what had really happened to her partner. If he had
known Melanie was an attorney instead of a hooker, he might not
have killed her. But even after he knew, he still bragged about the
murder in his book.
She wanted to nail his balls to the wall. If
he pulled a gun, she’d blow him away. But if she got the chance she
would prolong her enjoyment by torturing him first. She could
lasso his neck and let him see what it feels like. She imagined
sitting on his back, tightening the leather choker until he passed
out. Then she would let him regain consciousness and do it again.
He would plead for mercy as she took him to the brink of death over
and over again. She would show mercy—to the same degree he had
shown it to Melanie.
But she also wondered about the redhead.
Larry seemed obsessed with her. And now his attempts, or his
character’s attempts, to get her to call off the wedding had
failed. What would be his next move?
His book said the wedding
was on Saturday and Rebecca assumed it was in Texas. So, she
googled the phrase, ‘wedding announcements February 24 texas.’ If
she could find a wedding scheduled for that day and there was a
picture and the bride-to-be was a redhead…
She looked through several pages of wedding
announcements, mostly listed in the online versions of local
newspapers. Some of the pictures were in black and white. She began
to wonder if it was just waste of time.
Finally she came across the
wedding announcement page of the Coreyville Courier and spotted
a beautiful redhead posing with her fiancé. Rebecca remembered that
the woman in Larry’s novel had been a cheerleader in high school.
Yeah, she thought, this woman definitely looks like the cheerleader
type.
The ceremony was set for 7:00 PM. She
checked her watch. Could she get there before it was too late?
She closed her laptop and rushed out to her
car.
Chapter 12
Cynthia and her mom were at the church
getting dressed and putting on their makeup for the wedding when
Beverly heard a beep. “What was that?”
“ My cell phone. I got a text
message. Could you hand it to me?”
“ Sure.”
It was a message from Greg.
“ r u sure u want 2 go thru
with this?”
Cynthia typed in, “of course - hope ur not
getting cold feet”
“ not me - im worried about
u. that ul be sorry”
“ no way - ur the best thing
that ever happened 2 me”
“ but what about
sex?”
“ can’t wait”
“ but i may not be as good as
u think”
“ don’t b silly - gotta get
ready – c u soon”
“ ok”
“ What was that
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