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Authors: Emilie J. Howard
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sitting with Tom, Myrna, and Liam. He glanced at Maurice and asked, “Who’s the heavy?”
Maurice turned around and back to Robert. “Are you referring to Adam? He’s a close family friend and dear to us all.”
Robert gave a deep chuckle. “Sure he is. Listen, Mr. Gillette, I ain’t stupid. I’ve seen hit men before.”
Maurice leaned closer to Robert and whispered, “Isn’t he a fine specimen?”
Robert backed up and replied, “I wouldn’t mess with him.”
Maurice was impressed and expressed his delight in being present for one of the best meals Cold Hollow had to offer. He then turned and sauntered back to their table while surveying the dining area. He liked its rustic but elegant décor. It was tasteful and surely must be the talk of the quaint town.
When he was back at their table, Delilah rushed inside and took a seat next to her father. She held an envelope bulging with photos and displayed each one to Tom and explained what was going on in each particular shot. When she displayed one in particular, Tom burst out in hard laughter while pointing at it. Maurice already had an idea of which photo it was and chuckled. Tom grasped the picture and said, “I’m getting this one blown up.”
Delilah leaned into him and said, “I’ve already done that for your office at home. I hid it in your car.”
Tom kissed her cheek in thanks, and she continued showing the rest of her photos to him. When she was done, the photos were passed around the table. Myrna watched as Adam slid one of the photos out of the bundle and slipped it into his jacket’s breast pocket.
Myrna asked, “What photo was that, Adam?”
They watched Adam blush and rumble, “It’s Frannie’s photo.”
Myrna’s eyebrows rose. “Adam, do you have a crush?”
Delilah interrupted and babbled on about their first encounter with Fran O’Connor. She recited what had happened at the farm and their entire conversation with her. The table was filled with lively discussion, and plans were made for the entire week before their main meal even arrived.
As Myrna raised an appetizer to her lips, she watched the chief enter the restaurant, slap her police radio on the table beside her, and chide her, “Don’t shut it off or leave home without it again.” He placed his fists on the table beside her, leaned down, and growled, “Don’t do anything stupid, missy. I’m warning you.” He turned on his heel and left the establishment before she could utter a single sound, but she did manage to give him a sour look before he had turned his back to her.
Maurice cleared his throat and asked, “If memory serves me correctly, I believe I saw that radio on your kitchen counter. How did the chief of police retrieve it?”
Myrna shrugged and replied, “He went inside our home, retrieved it, and delivered it to me here. He’s angry because I shut it off this afternoon. The fact is, I always forget it, and it angers him.”
Maurice glanced at Tom and back at Myrna. “Is he a relative of yours?”
Myrna grabbed another appetizer and said, “No, but we work closely together on all town issues.”
He grinned and winked at her. “I see. However, I will ask you to heed his word and restrain yourself from acting in haste. Your plans for this evening will be fulfilled—just simply postponed. We will discuss it at our disclosure meeting this evening.”
Tom nudged Myrna. “What is he talking about?”
Myrna moaned, “I guess you’ll find out at the disclosure meeting. I just haven’t had the time to explain things to you privately yet.” Tom sat back, satisfied with her answer, as their meals were served. Myrna watched everyone devour their food and comment on the chef’s capabilities. Maurice was beyond impressed and stated if Robert hadn’t already own his own establishment, he would steal him away and have him open one up in Durham. She watched as Maurice slid a small aperitif glass filled with red fluid to Delilah. She was about to ask
Maurice turned around and back to Robert. “Are you referring to Adam? He’s a close family friend and dear to us all.”
Robert gave a deep chuckle. “Sure he is. Listen, Mr. Gillette, I ain’t stupid. I’ve seen hit men before.”
Maurice leaned closer to Robert and whispered, “Isn’t he a fine specimen?”
Robert backed up and replied, “I wouldn’t mess with him.”
Maurice was impressed and expressed his delight in being present for one of the best meals Cold Hollow had to offer. He then turned and sauntered back to their table while surveying the dining area. He liked its rustic but elegant décor. It was tasteful and surely must be the talk of the quaint town.
When he was back at their table, Delilah rushed inside and took a seat next to her father. She held an envelope bulging with photos and displayed each one to Tom and explained what was going on in each particular shot. When she displayed one in particular, Tom burst out in hard laughter while pointing at it. Maurice already had an idea of which photo it was and chuckled. Tom grasped the picture and said, “I’m getting this one blown up.”
Delilah leaned into him and said, “I’ve already done that for your office at home. I hid it in your car.”
Tom kissed her cheek in thanks, and she continued showing the rest of her photos to him. When she was done, the photos were passed around the table. Myrna watched as Adam slid one of the photos out of the bundle and slipped it into his jacket’s breast pocket.
Myrna asked, “What photo was that, Adam?”
They watched Adam blush and rumble, “It’s Frannie’s photo.”
Myrna’s eyebrows rose. “Adam, do you have a crush?”
Delilah interrupted and babbled on about their first encounter with Fran O’Connor. She recited what had happened at the farm and their entire conversation with her. The table was filled with lively discussion, and plans were made for the entire week before their main meal even arrived.
As Myrna raised an appetizer to her lips, she watched the chief enter the restaurant, slap her police radio on the table beside her, and chide her, “Don’t shut it off or leave home without it again.” He placed his fists on the table beside her, leaned down, and growled, “Don’t do anything stupid, missy. I’m warning you.” He turned on his heel and left the establishment before she could utter a single sound, but she did manage to give him a sour look before he had turned his back to her.
Maurice cleared his throat and asked, “If memory serves me correctly, I believe I saw that radio on your kitchen counter. How did the chief of police retrieve it?”
Myrna shrugged and replied, “He went inside our home, retrieved it, and delivered it to me here. He’s angry because I shut it off this afternoon. The fact is, I always forget it, and it angers him.”
Maurice glanced at Tom and back at Myrna. “Is he a relative of yours?”
Myrna grabbed another appetizer and said, “No, but we work closely together on all town issues.”
He grinned and winked at her. “I see. However, I will ask you to heed his word and restrain yourself from acting in haste. Your plans for this evening will be fulfilled—just simply postponed. We will discuss it at our disclosure meeting this evening.”
Tom nudged Myrna. “What is he talking about?”
Myrna moaned, “I guess you’ll find out at the disclosure meeting. I just haven’t had the time to explain things to you privately yet.” Tom sat back, satisfied with her answer, as their meals were served. Myrna watched everyone devour their food and comment on the chef’s capabilities. Maurice was beyond impressed and stated if Robert hadn’t already own his own establishment, he would steal him away and have him open one up in Durham. She watched as Maurice slid a small aperitif glass filled with red fluid to Delilah. She was about to ask
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