If Cooks Could Kill by Joanne Pence

Author:Joanne Pence [Pence, Joanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents, Mystery
ISBN: 9780060548216
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2002-12-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Kevin Trammel rang the bell to Connie’s apartment. He had to see her, to talk to her alone, and she should be off work by now. It couldn’t really be over between them. She’d give him a second chance; hell, she always had before.

If not, having an ex-wife who hung out with a Forty-Niner team member might not be such a bad thing. She always did have a soft spot for him, and if suddenly she was rolling in dough, she wouldn’t be too selfish. It wasn’t in her nature to be.

He waited, but there was no response. He rang again.

Maybe she was out with her jock. He probably had a fancy car, fancy house, fancy servants. He wondered, had the guy learned yet how much she enjoyed making love in the morning, when the house was chilly, but the bed toasty warm? Or the way nibbling on her ear and neck turned her on?

Hell, but he missed her.

Still no answer. Damn it!

From deep in his pockets, he pulled out a ring of keys. He tried a couple before finding the one he’d been looking for. He unlocked the main door, then quickly climbed the stairs to the third floor.

Kevin Trammel wasn’t born yesterday. The last time Connie had tried to make up with him and he’d stayed with her over a week until she decided it just wasn’t working out, he’d had copies made of the keys she’d given him.

He knew they might come in handy someday. Like today.

He let himself into the apartment.

Nothing had changed since the last time he’d been there. Same old furniture, same pictures on the walls, same old-fashioned dolls junking the place up. She’d thrown out his beer-bottle collection, he noticed. He’d been trying to save bottles from all over the world. They looked really cool, or so he thought. What did she know, anyway?

He walked into her bedroom. She’d made the bed. Now, he couldn’t tell if it had been slept in on just one side, or two. It was the queen-sized bed they’d used. Damn thing nearly filled up the whole room.

He turned away. There were some memories he didn’t want to have. He walked into the kitchen and found a beer in the refrigerator. Bud Lite. It figured. Connie was always worried about her weight.

When he had money, he was a Heineken man. Today, Bud Lite would have to do.

He picked up the beer, then settled down in the living room to wait for his wife, ex-wife, to come home.

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