Antique Auctions Are Murder by Libby Klein

Author:Libby Klein [Klein, Libby]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2021-11-10T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 29

“I’d say June was . . . evasive. She said she was at Whipple’s Emporium at the time of the murder. And she kept trying to shift my attention to Grover’s assistant, Pauline. Also, you wouldn’t believe what they’re asking for some ugly pink chairs.”

I’d dropped Sawyer back at her bookstore to handle her emergency du jour. Now I was filling Aunt Ginny in on the estate sale and watching a rather disturbing scene unfold in my backyard.

Aunt Ginny pushed her giant white sunglasses up to the top of her head. “I’d believe it. People will throw money at the most ridiculous things.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’d be surprised about the offers I’ve received for Bessie over the years. But then Bessie is a classic Corvette.”

“Right.”

“Why are you looking at us like that?”

“I’m just trying to figure out how this got started.”

Victory held up a frozen daiquiri from her lounge chair on the back patio. “You say take day off.”

Aunt Ginny nodded, slurped her daiquiri dry, and handed the empty glass to Royce, who was dressed in tennis whites and had a dish towel draped over his arm.

He put down the palm fronds he was fanning the ladies with and gave them a bow. When he disappeared into the house, I gave Aunt Ginny and Victory a look I hoped would chastise them.

“Just what are you two doing?”

Victory tightened her black bikini string at the hip and reached for her jar of sugar scrub. “He volunteer.”

Aunt Ginny nodded and reached for her Evian misting fan. “He said he’s doing research for a role in Julius Caesar. I’m not going to ruin it for him.”

“That explains why you both have so much black eyeliner on.”

Victory wiped the sugar scrub off her arm with one of my guest towels. “Eit need to be authentic.”

Royce reappeared at the door with two fresh daiquiris.

I lowered my voice to a hiss. “You realize he thinks he’s going on stage again. You’re taking advantage.”

Aunt Ginny waved a hand to shoo me away. “Leave Royce alone. He’s having fun.”

Royce delivered one daiquiri to Victory, who giggled, then bent over Aunt Ginny’s chaise and handed her a fresh drink with an umbrella in it. “Your Majesty.”

Aunt Ginny batted her eyes. “Why thank you, Mark Antony. You may fan me.”

Royce picked up the palm fronds and began fanning the two women who were lying in the shade on the stone patio.

“I can’t believe you all are doing this. And where did you get the fan?”

Royce gave me a wink.

Victory settled back on her lounge and readjusted her sunglasses that matched Aunt Ginny’s. “You remember palm by front door?”

“Yes?”

“Eis no more.”

I rolled my eyes to the heavens and watched a puffy cloud. Why am I always surrounded by chaos?

Aunt Ginny put a finger up and hollered, “Oh, Georgie. Be a dear and bring us some of those grapes I put in the freezer, will you?”

Georgina stood scowling like Mrs. Danvers through the back door overlooking the patio, and I was sure a lock of my hair turned white under her steely glare.

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