A Little Night Murder by Nancy Martin

Author:Nancy Martin [Martin, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780451415271
Amazon: 0451415272
Barnesnoble: 0451415272
Publisher: NAL Hardcover
Published: 2013-12-31T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

It felt strangely exciting to be the irrational Blackbird sister for once. I kicked off my shoes and rolled down the window to let the warm air blow around me. I told Emma about Boom Boom Tuttle’s blue skin. Emma kept a stash of apples in her truck, and I crunched through two of them during our drive and felt less famished with every mile we covered. Rush-hour traffic had thinned, and the evening sunlight was turning gold. I was feeling rejuvenated.

So I said, “What are you doing next Friday night?”

“Why?”

“I was hoping you’d have the evening free. I need a witness.”

“A witness for what?”

“We need two, actually. Lexie said she’d come, and I was thinking you might be willing to stand up with us for—”

“Holy shit,” Emma said, already leaps ahead of me. She turned and stared. “You’re finally getting married! For real?”

“If you tell Libby, I will positively kill you.”

Emma laughed delightedly. “Hey, this is good news! Does Mick know?”

“Of course he knows. We planned it. We have the license and everything. We’re going to see a judge in her chambers.”

“Hey, this is great. Maybe he’ll be able to stop going to confession every time the two of you make sinful whoopee. Do you have rings?”

“I have one for him. With the price of gold so high, I had to be creative, so when I found Granddad’s gold band in a drawer, I grabbed it. I had it sized. And it’s a beautiful ring. It came from his grandfather, you know, so it has a lot of good marriage mileage on it. I hope Michael is okay with that. Do you think it’s kosher to use it?”

“Recycling a ring makes economic sense, so it’s right up Mick’s alley. And Granddad—he might have actually liked Mick. They have the same kind of entrepreneurial brain, even if Mick’s is a little warped. In a good way.”

“We’d be very happy if you’d join us.”

Emma cackled with pleasure, then got serious. “What about Libby? You’re not inviting her? Sis, she’ll be crushed.”

I still felt guilty about snapping at Libby about her love life. But not guilty enough to tell her what Michael and I had planned. Not yet anyway. “I’m not inviting her until the last instant. You know what will happen if she has even five minutes’ notice.”

“Yeah, you’ll find yourself getting married in the middle of Broad Street with a hundred Mummers playing banjos. If she doesn’t have time to plan anything, you’re safe.”

“That’s my hope. So, will you come?”

Emma stole a glance at me. “Is it okay with Mick?”

“Yes,” I said. “You’re my sister. I want you there. So does he. Just don’t bring a banjo.”

“I won’t,” she promised, still grinning. “But—are you sure? I mean, are you sure this is the smart thing to do?”

“Are you referring to the curse?”

“You know it as well as I do, Sis. The Blackbird curse puts Mick’s life in danger.”

“It’s an old wives’ tale,” I said firmly. “It’s not real.”

“I hope you’re right,” Emma said, but her tone said she had doubts.

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