An Appointment With Murder by Jennifer L. Jennings

Author:Jennifer L. Jennings [Jennings, Jennifer L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 1466497734
Publisher: Query Publishing, LLC
Published: 2011-11-15T13:00:00+00:00

Thursday, November 11

I arrived at the office at nine and immediately put the buzz imparted by the three cups of coffee I’d had before leaving home to productive use. I cleaned and refilled oil bottles, washed doorknobs, walls, surfaces, and anything else that might potentially be smudged, organized the music CDs, emptied trash, and folded laundry. It was ten when Gabby walked in.

“The place smells so clean,” Gabby said, smiling, her curly hair damp, clothes wrinkled.

“You seem chipper today. But you look like you slept in your clothes last night.”

“I had an amazing evening,” she said, fluttering her generous eyelashes.

“Oh, really? Do I dare ask?”

“It had been two months, three days, and six hours since the last time I got laid, and last night the spell was finally broken.”

“Well, congratulations, I guess,” I rolled my eyes and she laughed. I could appreciate the bounce in her step without hearing the details. But I wasn’t to be spared entirely.

“Sarah, you should have seen this girl. She had tits out to here!” Gabby held her hands out at least a foot from her chest.

“That’s nice.”

“Seriously, she was stacked. It was love at first sight. I met her at the new gay bar, and let me tell you, there were plenty o’ lovelies to gaze at. But she caught my eye, and I knew I had to have her.” She rubbed her hands together.

“So you lured her to your bed with your charming ways,” I said, with just a touch of sarcasm.

“That’s right. She didn’t stand a chance. She was goosed, juiced, and seduced,” she said, licking her lips.

“Okay. That’s way too much information,” I said, shutting my eyes and bringing my hand up to stop her from saying any more. She laughed and walked down the hall towards her massage room.

While trying to exorcise the images of Gabby and her girlfriend from my mind, I heard my cell phone ringing in my purse. I took it out. Didn’t recognize the number.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Sarah. It’s Max.”

“Hi,” I said. The sound of his voice made my heart skip a beat.

“Just calling to see how you’re doing?”

“I’m back at work, so keeping busy. How about you?”

“Well,” he paused and cleared his throat, “I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner tonight.”

Had I heard him correctly?

I hesitated, not sure how to respond. Was I being asked out on a date? Or was it just tit for tat, dinner for dinner?

“Sounds nice,” I said.

“Have you been to Angelina’s Ristorante?”

“Don’t think I have, but I adore Italian food, so that sounds perfect.”

“Meet you there at seven? Or I can pick you up.”

“I’ll meet you.”

“Great, I’ll look forward to it.”

I placed the phone in my lap, transferred some of the guilt I felt to the device, and slipped it back into my purse.

* * *

My first client was new. A heavy-set woman in her early fifties, Tina arrived, promptly at ten-thirty, complaining of a pinched nerve in her shoulder. I had her complete the required client form

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