Death Comes to Suburbia (Book 2 Molly Masters Mysteries) by O'Kane Leslie

Author:O'Kane, Leslie [O'Kane, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: O'Kane Ink
Published: 2013-06-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

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I knew I was out of my financial league when I drove up to the clubhouse and saw that they had a valet service. This ranked as one of the most absurd things I’d seen in a long time. Golf was a sport, after all, so theoretically golfers should expect to get some exercise. Being spared a walk across the parking lot was tantamount to taking an elevator to use a stair-stepper at a gym.

I pretended I didn’t see the valet signs and parked at the far end of the lot, only to have a young, muscular man decked out in white pants and a bright yellow monogrammed shirt follow me in a golf cart and offer to help me get my clubs out of the trunk. When I declined, he gave me a look of disgust and said, “You do have a tee-time here at the Carlton Country Club, right?” His expression grew even more disgusted as he eyed my inexpensive bag and clubs. “Some people get us confused with the public course across town.”

I slung the strap of my bag over my shoulder. “Oh, I’m pretty sure this is the right place. This is the course with the cute little windmills and bridges, isn’t it?”

He widened his eyes. “You’re thinking of the putt-putt course on Route Nine.”

“Oh, well, just the same, I’d better check in with the starter. I have a two o’clock tee-time.”

When I tried to walk past him, he backed the cart directly into my path, then glanced at his phone screen. “Are you Masters?”

“Yes.”

“Get in. We have mandatory cart rentals. Your playing partners haven’t arrived yet. You’ll share this cart.”

Apparently use of the valet service was also mandatory.

He glared at me the entire time I loaded my bag onto the back and barely waited for me to sit down before taking off. I regretted my earlier sarcastic reply. Alienating staff members was a lousy start to learning about Preston’s foursome, and I had jeopardized my marital bliss just to come here and help a woman I disliked intensely.

I forced a smile and said, “I was just kidding about the putt-putt. I’m a really good golfer. In fact, they named a tournament in Augusta after me.”

He did a double take, then finally cracked a smile and said, “They named the Masters after you, eh? Damn. You must be good.”

“Not compared to my husband. Perhaps you’ve heard of him…British Open?”

He smiled broadly now. “Your husband’s name is British Open?”

I nodded. “Friends call him Brit, or B.O. for short.”

He laughed. He dropped me off at the clubhouse and asked whether I wanted my cart at the first tee or the practice range. Needing all the practice I could get, I opted for the latter. He was still chuckling as he drove away with my clubs.

Somewhat to my surprise, there was no doorman to the clubhouse. However, there was also no sign over the counter stating the price of a round of golf. They may as well have put up a notice that read: IF YOU HAVE TO ASK.

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