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years.”
Lucy and Lexie exchanged a glance that acknowledged they had chosen a good place to come for gossip.
“Are you and Violet good friends?” Lucy asked.
“Good enough,” Georgia drawled.
“Would Violet have gotten angry enough at Henry to do something desperate?” Lexie asked.
Georgia gave a questioning look. “Like
murder
him?”
Lexie shrugged. “Maybe.”
Georgia shook her big, curly blond head with the black, need-to-be-dyed roots. “No ma’am, I don’t think so. Not Violet. She just ain’t the type.”
Carma finished gluing the last acrylic nail to Lexie’s real nails. Then she began to apply a smelly pink substance, brushing it out in perfect strokes. “You never know what people are capable of when they are pushed too far.”
Lucy nodded. “They often go over the edge.”
“True. But not poor Violet. She’d have been more likely to go into a convent than to kill someone,” Georgia said.
Lexie wondered about that. Considering how Henry had mentioned
poor
Violet was a little creepy. And also how horribly she had mouthed off right before she heard Henry was dead. No, to Lexie she didn’t seem like such a sweet innocent. Seemed like she had a few axes to grind with the ex.
“What about these
swapping
parties?” Lexie said. “Did Henry ever get Violet to go to any of them?”
“Violet claims it never got that far before she filed for divorce.” Georgia said. “But she did mention Henry was living a pretty wild single life.”
Lexie wondered who in the world would have found him attractive enough to go to bed with him let alone how to stand the smell. But, to each his own.
“Henry Whitehead had women parading in and out of his house day and night,” Carma said. “He was an arrogant womanizer. He probably irritated a lot of people.”
“Yes siree-Bob,” Georgia said. “Henry White-head had become the Casanova of Moose Creek Junction. That’s why Violet went for the jugular when they got divorced. She’d already gotten her revenge and a good divorce settlement. She really didn’t have any reason to do him in.”
“Maybe it wasn’t as good a settlement as it seemed,” Lucy said.
“Or maybe she was trying to cover up her own affairs,” Lexie added.
“Violet? No, she’s a good egg.” Georgia started to glue the acrylic nails to Lucy’s fingers. “But then, I’m a transplant from Hondo, Texas. I may not know shit from shinola about people up north.”
Carma produced a new nail file and began the final buff on Lexie. “I’ve seen Henry hanging out at Mac-Greggor’s Pub. Maybe he got involved with a married woman. Could be a jealous husband found out and decided to teach Henry Whitehead a lesson.”
“I suppose that’s possible,” Lexie said.
“Now, enough with the cross examination,” Carma said. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you two were trying to do your own police work.”
The sisters fell silent, though they exchanged glances again that seemed to say,
No more questions. We learned plenty.
A short while later, as Lexie and Lucy sat under the nail dryers with nearly identical red nail polish on their fingers, Lucy turned to her younger sister. No one else was nearby, and they could talk freely.
“What do you think about all this, Lexie?
“We have to become a couple of bar flies.”
Lucy groaned. “That is so wrong. I don’t know if going down there is a sin I can ever repent for.”
“Wait a minute. You said God would understand the nails. Why not the bar?”
Lexie peeked at her vermilion nails under the dryer. It was too bad she wasn’t going to a Halloween party. The red daggers on her fingertips would have looked super with a vampire costume.
“Oh, Lord.”
“Come on,” Lexie said. “How could it hurt to wander around and listen to people talk for a while? God would want us to do the right thing, which is to find Whitehead’s murderer. Don’t you think so?”
Lucy frowned. “God would want us to leave the detective
Lucy and Lexie exchanged a glance that acknowledged they had chosen a good place to come for gossip.
“Are you and Violet good friends?” Lucy asked.
“Good enough,” Georgia drawled.
“Would Violet have gotten angry enough at Henry to do something desperate?” Lexie asked.
Georgia gave a questioning look. “Like
murder
him?”
Lexie shrugged. “Maybe.”
Georgia shook her big, curly blond head with the black, need-to-be-dyed roots. “No ma’am, I don’t think so. Not Violet. She just ain’t the type.”
Carma finished gluing the last acrylic nail to Lexie’s real nails. Then she began to apply a smelly pink substance, brushing it out in perfect strokes. “You never know what people are capable of when they are pushed too far.”
Lucy nodded. “They often go over the edge.”
“True. But not poor Violet. She’d have been more likely to go into a convent than to kill someone,” Georgia said.
Lexie wondered about that. Considering how Henry had mentioned
poor
Violet was a little creepy. And also how horribly she had mouthed off right before she heard Henry was dead. No, to Lexie she didn’t seem like such a sweet innocent. Seemed like she had a few axes to grind with the ex.
“What about these
swapping
parties?” Lexie said. “Did Henry ever get Violet to go to any of them?”
“Violet claims it never got that far before she filed for divorce.” Georgia said. “But she did mention Henry was living a pretty wild single life.”
Lexie wondered who in the world would have found him attractive enough to go to bed with him let alone how to stand the smell. But, to each his own.
“Henry Whitehead had women parading in and out of his house day and night,” Carma said. “He was an arrogant womanizer. He probably irritated a lot of people.”
“Yes siree-Bob,” Georgia said. “Henry White-head had become the Casanova of Moose Creek Junction. That’s why Violet went for the jugular when they got divorced. She’d already gotten her revenge and a good divorce settlement. She really didn’t have any reason to do him in.”
“Maybe it wasn’t as good a settlement as it seemed,” Lucy said.
“Or maybe she was trying to cover up her own affairs,” Lexie added.
“Violet? No, she’s a good egg.” Georgia started to glue the acrylic nails to Lucy’s fingers. “But then, I’m a transplant from Hondo, Texas. I may not know shit from shinola about people up north.”
Carma produced a new nail file and began the final buff on Lexie. “I’ve seen Henry hanging out at Mac-Greggor’s Pub. Maybe he got involved with a married woman. Could be a jealous husband found out and decided to teach Henry Whitehead a lesson.”
“I suppose that’s possible,” Lexie said.
“Now, enough with the cross examination,” Carma said. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you two were trying to do your own police work.”
The sisters fell silent, though they exchanged glances again that seemed to say,
No more questions. We learned plenty.
A short while later, as Lexie and Lucy sat under the nail dryers with nearly identical red nail polish on their fingers, Lucy turned to her younger sister. No one else was nearby, and they could talk freely.
“What do you think about all this, Lexie?
“We have to become a couple of bar flies.”
Lucy groaned. “That is so wrong. I don’t know if going down there is a sin I can ever repent for.”
“Wait a minute. You said God would understand the nails. Why not the bar?”
Lexie peeked at her vermilion nails under the dryer. It was too bad she wasn’t going to a Halloween party. The red daggers on her fingertips would have looked super with a vampire costume.
“Oh, Lord.”
“Come on,” Lexie said. “How could it hurt to wander around and listen to people talk for a while? God would want us to do the right thing, which is to find Whitehead’s murderer. Don’t you think so?”
Lucy frowned. “God would want us to leave the detective
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