Book Clubs and Bad Behavior in Las Vegas: A Humorous Tiffany Black Mystery (Tiffany Black Mysteries 25) by A.R. Winters

Author:A.R. Winters [Winters, A.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-06T05:00:00+00:00

When we arrived, Bailey’s group were easy to find. The seven models were crowded around a too-small table together, laughing loudly, clinking glasses, and drawing envious gazes of half the other occupants of the bar.

Every one of them looked annoyingly perfect and none of them like they had just committed a casual bit of murder. Their hair was perfectly straightened or perfectly curled, their makeup applied expertly so as to look perfect in the dim light of a bar, and their clothes all showed an amount of skin that would be risqué if they didn’t look so darn good. Still, I told myself, their clothes lacked the practicality of all the pockets in my natty cargo shorts.

“Tiffany!” squealed Bailey when she spotted us, her voice louder than usual, the half-empty cocktail glass in front of her perhaps indicating why. She stood up and motioned for us to come over to her. “How great to see you guys! You must come and join us! What are you doing here?”

We were still far enough away that Bailey’s voice had filled the whole interior of the small bar. Now everyone, not just half, were looking at Bailey’s little gathering.

We started toward her. Bailey cleared a couple of seats next to her, sending identical twin sisters to sit at the other end of the table.

As we got closer, Ian froze and grabbed my wrist. “Look!” He hissed in my ear. “Look at their wrists!”

I blinked. Every single one of the women had a white piece of cloth tied around her wrist like a bracelet.

Bailey greeted us with noisy air kisses. “Sit, sit, sit. You must join us.”

“How long have you been here?” I tried to make it sound like we had met by happy coincidence.

Bailey shrugged, leaned forward, and held out her thumb and index finger against the cocktail glass in front of her. “About this long,” she said, gesturing to the two-thirds empty glass before breaking out into giggles.

“So, what, twenty minutes then?”

Bailey shrugged and laughed. “Sure, I guess. I’m such a ditz, I don’t know whether it’s morning or evening half the time.”

We’d been told Bailey was a ditz about a thousand times. When I considered our interactions with her, I’d seen very little evidence of it actually being true.

“People sure like your peppermint bracelets.”

A redhead sitting on the other side of Bailey heard what I said. “They. Are. The. Best.” She enunciated every word like it was a sentence. “They’re just so relaxing. It’s like magic. One little sniff and—ahh! And they’re only twenty bucks each, if you want one.”

Twenty dollars for, what, a tenth of a scarf? It looked like Bailey was doing very well for herself indeed.

“I’ve got a mint scarf already, actually,” I said to her with a smile. “But it’s at home.”

The redhead held a finger in front of her and waggled it at me. “You must never forget your peppermint! That’s my motto. I couldn’t get through the stress of day-to-day life without it. You know

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