A Sweet Murder (Storage Ghost Murders Book 3) by Gillian Larkin

Author:Gillian Larkin [Larkin, Gillian]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-12-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

The quiet was shattered as the buttons pinged against the glass wall. Who knew buttons could be so loud? There were screams on both sides of the glass. The screams on the other side were not heard but they could be seen. Grace watched hopelessly as the white-coated people dropped test tubes and glass bottles all around the room. As one, the people behind the glass turned to look at whoever had caused the noise. Grace hung her head in shame and gave herself away. She clutched her open blouse together and raised her head. The wild fury on Della’s face caused Grace’s heart to miss a beat.

No one on Grace’s side on the glass wall spoke although Grace could feel their eyes boring into her. She looked at the floor again and muttered, “Sorry, so sorry.” With her head bowed she retraced her steps out of the room. She would have run but she was afraid the last two buttons on her blouse would give up the ghost too.

Once through the doors Grace felt the sting of tears. She blinked. It was an accident, that’s all. Accidents happened all the time.

Fear came rushing towards Grace. What if those white-coated people were in the middle of an important invention? What if they were working on a sweet that would bring millions to the company? What if they sued her?

Grace wiped her tears away. No time for self-pity, she had to get out of there. She strode forward. She heard a noise behind her. They were coming for her. Leaving her blouse to fend for itself Grace ran down the corridor as fast as she could. There was a smaller corridor leading to the left, they hadn’t come up that way in the tour. Grace ducked down into it and opened the first door that she came to. There was a name on the door but she didn’t have time to read it.

Grace closed the door behind her and leaned against it. It didn’t take her long to realise she’d barged into someone’s office.

And it didn’t take her long to recognise the man who was standing at the window. Luckily, Vincent Flamingo had his back to her, he was engrossed in his telephone conversation. One hand held the phone to his ear, the other rubbed the back of his neck.

Grace didn’t move. Could she sneak back out before Vincent noticed she was there? She cocked her head, she could hear voices outside in the corridor, they sounded angry. She’d give them a few seconds to move on and then sneak out.

She couldn’t help but overhear Vincent’s conversation. “Mirabelle, sweetheart, we’ve been over this a thousand times. You know I can’t get my hands on the money just yet... Yes, I have spoken to the accountant... Yes, I’ll speak to him again. I know you have to pay the deposit on the holiday...” Vincent lowered the phone and let out a weary sigh. Grace could hear a woman’s tinny voice. Mirabelle, wasn’t that his wife? Vincent continued with his conversation, still looking out of the window.

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