Turtle Tribbles
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“It was the name he signed on the contract and the name on his Florida driver’s license.”
“I wonder if Ike knows about this,” I mused, thinking out loud.
“He doesn’t like you nosing around in his cases.”
“I’m fact finding for my feature story. He can chase all the bad guys he wants. I want nothing to do with that end of things.”
“I’m sure he’ll discover this much on his own,” Janey said. “How come there’s no other information on the Mowreys?”
“Perhaps they’re not newsworthy people. If not for Aunt Fay’s membership in the DAR and her property deed, I couldn’t find her online. I checked.”
“Get real. The Mowreys are our age. Look up any late twenty-something online and you get a ton of hits from the search engine. Something’s fishy about this duo.”
“I’m getting that sense myself. What about the bartender? You know John Starling?”
“He asked me out once. I was attending a high school classmate’s birthday party at his bar not two months ago.”
“Did you do it?” I reached for the stress relief ball and massaged it absently.
“Nah. No chemistry. After my divorce, I thought I wouldn’t date again. I was devoting myself to being the best Mama ever.”
“And look at you now. How do you explain Junior to your daughter?”
“I just say we’re seeing each other. CeeCee doesn’t have a problem with it one way or another.”
“And your ex?”
“He’s steamed about Junior, but he’s keeping his mouth shut. Junior’s badass reputation is serving me well.”
“My, how the tide has turned.”
We were grinning at each other like silly fools when the front door burst open. I heard my assistant’s voice go from placating to loud in the lobby. Ellen is a good gatekeeper, and she keeps the public at bay when I’m busy. She only allows people back if they’re blood relatives, Ike, or someone we’re interviewing for our next paper.
A buxom woman appeared in my doorway. She was pretty in an overdone, big pink hair and fake eyelashes kind of way. The short dress, bare legs, and high heels made a feminine statement. A closer look revealed shiny rings on her toes.
Deena Mowrey had come to me. Oh, joy.
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Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
About the Author
Sneak Peak