Double Whammy (A Davis Way Crime Caper) by Archer Gretchen

Author:Archer, Gretchen [Archer, Gretchen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Mystery, humor, cozy, cozy mystery, humorous mystery, mystery series
Publisher: Henery Press
Published: 2013-05-10T05:00:00+00:00

FIFTEEN

No Hair’s visit ate up the afternoon, most of it cleaning. I didn’t go to the casino and play video poker that night, because Eddie Crawford was a registered guest at the Bellissimo, so I gave myself a pass. I’d drop-kicked Eddie out of my life twice already, both times of great personal loss, and figuring this out without having to clean up after his exit a third time was my goal.

Oddly enough, though, part of me wished I were going in to work tonight, certainly not to breathe the same air as Eddie the Ass, but because a shower, expensive clothes, makeup, and two lemon drop martinis would feel good. Who was I kidding? I wanted to play the video poker machines. I played with the equivalent of Monopoly money; no one, certainly not me personally, was losing real money when I discarded two cowboys (kings, remember?) and held the lone ace hoping for the miracle of three more on the second draw. I’d played the game long enough, including my first stint weeks ago with the retired-teacher-sisters, to be challenged by it. I knew what the cards were capable of, and wanted to be sitting there when they lined up. I wanted to hit a royal flush, and I hadn’t even come close. The best I’d done on the Monster Machines in Private Gaming was hit a full house four different times. I was stunned by how intense the game was, to the point of losing track of the job, the luxury, and the green contacts. It was just me and the game.

Two long blasts from a car horn in the parking lot had me raising the mini blinds an inch, then all the way. George. The software. I beckoned him up with my hand.

He blinked his lights, like, No, you come down here.

So I pointed at the floor beneath me, like, No, George, you get your lazy ass out of that cab.

After the standoff, I won.

He backed the cab into an empty parking place.

“You want a cup of coffee, George?”

He was uncomfortable indoors, shifting his weight, holding his black knit cap with both hands and declining to have a seat, but I could see him admiring my spotlessly clean digs.

“I’m surprised you have coffee,” he said.

“You and me both.”

“You got anything stronger?” he asked.

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