Checkered Crime: A Laurel London Mystery by Kappes Tonya

Author:Kappes, Tonya [Kappes, Tonya]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Publisher: Tonya Kappes
Published: 2014-05-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

After dinner I checked my email from Gia’s computer. The Craigslist gun owner emailed back and told me to meet near the docks at nine thirty p.m. It was just enough time to go check on Trixie and try to get a few questions answered about my past.

The stress of the situation I had gotten myself into had made me feel crazy and sick to my stomach which made me believe it was in my genes. Trixie had to know something. She knew something about every other kid in the orphanage. Maybe not who their parents were, but she knew where some of them were born and other little things. With my skills, I’d be able to take a small lead and find something, anything.

Trixie’s house wasn’t too far from the docks.

She had always wanted a little vegetable garden and chicken coup for fresh eggs, so she bought the little two-bedroom cottage on River Road with enough land to have everything she wanted.

It was a nice out which meant she was doing one of two things. Either sitting on the porch with her nightly cocktail or weeding out her garden.

Luckily for me, it was the first.

“What is your pleasure or pain?” She held up the clear glass with nothing but ice in it. She wiggled the cup causing the ice to jingle against the sides.

“What do you have? Or did you have?” I snickered. Trixie was known to tip back a time or two. Henrietta used the full extension on her leash to smell around and roll around in something I was sure was some sort of chicken poop.

“Vodka on the rocks. Good for the spirit.” She winked. She got out of the rocker and made it over to the door. Her hair was still covered by her foil hat. She had on a denim mini-skirt and a jersey-styled top with the number twenty-nine printed on the front. The ice stopped clinking together but the bracelets that lined her wrist jingled.

“If you are sure you aren’t expecting company.” Trixie was far too dressed up to just be home alone. Most nights she laid around in her leopard print bathrobe and fuzzy slippers. “I’ll take what you have.”

“You never know who might pop over.” She flung the screen door open and disappeared.

The door slammed shut. Sounded just like a gunshot, nearly knocking me out of the chair. I was still so jumpy from all the turn of events from the last two days, I had no idea how I was keeping it together.

A few minutes later she was kicking the door open with her foot and handing me the ever-so-needed drink. Maybe this was all I needed for the stress.

“Cheers!” We clinked glasses.

My skin nearly melted off my body because she’d made the drink so strong.

“So,” Trixie eased herself back into her rocker. Her eyes on me. “What is wrong with your phone?”

“I think it’s broken.” I took another drink to avoid eye contact.

“Really? Because when I pinged it, it says that you are on River Road.

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