Feta Attraction by Susannah Hardy

Author:Susannah Hardy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2014-11-23T16:00:00+00:00

SIXTEEN

I hightailed it back to my room and grabbed the folder, sticking it under one arm. I brought the table out and set it in the hallway, locking my door behind me. My arms ached and the bundle shifted precariously several times as I carried it down the stairs. I almost dropped the folder more than once on the way down and around the spiral to the main floor.

I set everything down for a moment to catch my breath, then continued on to my office where I grabbed my purse and carried everything out to my car. The wrapped bundle, with some careful maneuvering, just barely fit into my trunk. I tossed my purse onto the passenger’s seat along with the folder, which I’d meant to drop off at my office but had neglected to do in the excitement of getting the hell out of that house. I got into the driver’s seat and willed myself to relax. Had I just heard a ghost? I’d heard something, all right. Once this was all over I’d have to call in a priest or an exorcist or something. It didn’t seem likely there’d be one in the Bay. Maybe those ghost hunters had a connection they could set me up with.

What now? I had several hours to kill—I winced at my own choice of words—before I could attempt to transfer the table to Liza’s boat and motor out to the Devil’s Oven. I didn’t want to wait until it was full dark, but needed the cover of twilight to minimize the chances of my being spotted. The docks were only a hundred yards or so from the Bonaparte House, but it was simply inconceivable that I could carry a shower-curtain-wrapped table through downtown without having to stop and answer a thousand questions. I’d drive down to the Lady Liberty Boat Tours parking lot and leave the car there at dusk, then unload the table onto the boat. There was still a chance I’d be recognized, but it was a risk I’d have to take.

I started up the engine and pulled out of the employee parking lot, turning away from the shops and restaurants to head out of town. I drove inland toward Redwood, a couple of villages over, and stopped at a little mom-and-pop convenience store. I bought a Diet Coke and a bag of chips. On a whim I turned down Hubbard Street, where Russ lived next door to Dolly and her common-law husband, Harold. I pulled up on the other side of the street and put the car in park. I twisted off the cap and took a big glug of the icy cold soda. This seemed as safe a place as any to pass some time, and if anybody questioned me I could say that I’d come to check on Russ.

Dolly had decorated her front yard with a menagerie of lawn animals watched over by a pair of garish, amateurishly repainted gnomes. Her porch was hung with twirling and jingling wind ornaments.

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