A Sip Before Dying by Gemma Halliday

Author:Gemma Halliday [Halliday, Gemma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing
Published: 2019-05-07T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I took a step closer to the pair, flattening myself against the pro shop building as cover, and strained to hear more. But the threat must have had the intended effect, as Vivienne lowered her voice, and I couldn't make out anything other than a murmur.

I edged closer to the corner to get a better look at the guy who dared threaten Price-Pennington royalty. I quietly slunk around the side of the building…

And almost ran straight into Trask.

He sidestepped me just in time, giving me a deep scowl. "Watch it," he warned. His bushy eyebrows drew down over a pair of dark eyes. A nose that looked a size too big for his face sat above a mouth that was creased with lines on both sides, giving it a downward turn that was intensified by the surly look on his face.

"Sorry," I mumbled, quickly backtracking toward the clubhouse before Vivienne caught me. Something in the stocky guy's demeanor—not to mention the way he'd threatened Vivienne—spelled danger, and I didn't want to be anywhere on his radar.

As I trekked back up the wooden staircase, I wondered just what the argument could have been about. Possibly Chas? Had Trask had something to do with his death, and Vivienne found out? The guy looked like he could have fit right into any gangster movie. All he needed was an Al Pacino accent and I'd believe he was hiding a "little friend" in his coat.

Of course, if Vivienne had found out he'd been involved in Chas's death, wouldn't she be the one threatening him—not the other way around? Could it be that Vivienne had actually had something to do with her husband's demise, and the gangster looking Trask was threatening her about it? Possibly with blackmail?

I had just reached the end of the terrace, when I spotted another member of the Price-Pennington royal family at a table overlooking the 9th hole—Alison Price.

Alison Price hid under a wide-brimmed white hat, wearing matching white blouse and slacks—no black mourning attire for her. She sipped a glass of rosé and glanced up as I approached. At first, I'd swear she didn't recognize me, her face a complete blank. But as I waved, her mouth strained to curve into a small smile, and she nodded her hat in my direction.

"Emmeline Oak, yes?" she said as I approached her table.

I nodded. "Please, call me Emmy."

She forced a smile again but didn't amend her previous moniker. "I didn't realize you were a member here?"

"I'm not," I confessed.

"Oh?" It was phrased as a question, but I had a feeling she was well aware of my membership status already.

"I was here having lunch with a member. Ken Barnett."

"Ah." She nodded, sipping her rosé. "Yes, I know Ken. Mediocre golfer but a pillar of the community."

I wasn't sure Ken wouldn't rather be a referred to as a great golfer and mediocre pillar, but I nodded and smiled anyway. "How are you holding up?" I asked.

She blinked at me as if trying to recall what I could possibly be talking about.

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