Crime and Retribution
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“He can be nice,” I hedged.
Estrella laughed. “Edie and Sam had a fight.”
“Edie and Sam?” asked Bancroft. “Don’t tell me you and Mr. Hunk are a thing?”
“And what if we are?” I asked.
“Well, but he’s so…” He puffed up his chest to indicate Sam’s general buffness. “And you’re so…” He deflated his chest and hunched his shoulders to refer to my less-than-buffness.
I directed a Death Star look at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Just that he’s a hunk and you’re… not.”
“Girls can never be hunks, Bancroft,” said Busby knowingly. “Girls can be chicks.”
“So what you’re saying is that I’m not pretty enough for Sam Barkley?” I asked, my voice rising about an octave.
“Well…” Bancroft seemed to realize he’d picked a fight with the wrong not-so-hunkish anti-chick. “From an objective standpoint he’s like an eight and you’re like a… five, maybe? No, let’s make that a six. And that’s just me being a professional stylist.”
“I hate you,” I growled.
“Just making an observation.”
“I don’t think Edie’s a six,” said Busby. “More like a seven minus. She’s got great cheekbones. And she’s got a pretty great rack. Guys dig big racks,” he added for my sake.
I gritted my teeth. I had a hard time suppressing my urge to throttle both my cousins. “Well, for your information, Sam and I have been dating for months, and he never once mentioned this discrepancy between us.”
“Guy must be blinded by love,” said Bancroft. “It happens.”
“Or he’s obsessed with your rack,” Busby said helpfully. “Happens more often than you might think. Chicks that look like dogs but with great racks can score way above their average rate. I saw that every day in Hollywood.”
“You’re a moron,” I snapped at him. “And you’re a moron, too,” I added for Bancroft’s sake.
“And I have to live with these two morons every day,” said Barnum with the sigh of a long-suffering younger brother. “Woe on me.”
In spite of my bubbling anger, I had to laugh. Well, we all did, actually. Barnum might be a big PITA sometimes—or actually most of the time—but he was a great kid.
“I just hope Detective Barkley will go easy on me,” said Renée, who was touching up her lipstick now, and checking her look in a small pocket mirror.
“Sam is a sweetheart,” Ernestine assured her.
“Yeah, he’s a great guy,” Estrella added.
They both looked at me to complete the accolade but frankly I had nothing to offer. We might have been dating for months, but that seemed like a thing of the past. Sam hadn’t called me. I hadn’t called him. So technically we weren’t an item anymore. So maybe my two moron cousins were right? Maybe I was too ugly for Mr. Hunky Hunk? Finally, when I realized all eyes were on me, I shrugged. “Yeah, Sam’s okay.”
“That’s great,” said Renée, taking a deep breath, “because I’ve got a lot to say about Mrs. Leann Peach.”
Just then, the door opened and Gran walked in, followed by Sam. He directed a look at Father Reilly, totally ignoring Renée’s eager glances, and grunted, “A word, Father?”
Father Reilly disappeared with Sam, and Renée deflated like a failed sponge cake. “Well, I never. I really thought he was going to pick my brain.”
“Or something else,” Bancroft muttered.
We all stared at Gran. “So?” I asked anxiously. “What did he say?”
Gran looked a little crestfallen. “Well, it seems as if I’m on Sam’s list.”
“What list?” I asked.
“His list of suspects.”
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Nic Saint is the pen name for writing couple Nick and Nicole Saint. They’ve penned 60+ novels in the romance, cat sleuth, middle grade, suspense, comedy and cozy mystery genres. Nicole has a background in accounting and Nick in political science and before being struck by the writing bug the Saints worked odd jobs around the world (including massage therapist in Mexico, gardener in Italy, restaurant manager in India, and Berlitz teacher in Belgium).
When they’re not writing they enjoy Christmas-themed Hallmark movies (whether it’s Christmas or not), all manner of pastry, comic books, a daily dose of yoga (to limber up those limbs), and spoiling their big red tomcat Tommy.
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