Jackrabbit Jingle Balls by Ann Charles

Author:Ann Charles [Charles, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: The Jackrabbit Junction Mystery Series
Publisher: Ann Charles
Published: 2021-11-21T00:00:00+00:00

“Look at Katie’s face.” Ronnie let out a low whistle from the backseat of the Jeep. “She’s breathing fire.”

Claire stared out the windshield at the red-cheeked pregnant woman storming toward them across the parking lot. Kate’s mouth moved a mile a minute as she glared at the Jeep.

“What do you think the hothead is saying?” Claire asked, grinning in spite of the dull pounding thanks to the hangover construction still going on in her brain. She pushed her sunglasses higher up on her nose to keep out more sunlight.

The pain reliever pills she’d taken after talking to Kate earlier had eased some of the effects of cognac still coursing in her veins, like the nausea and the aches in her wrists from being bound all night. A hot shower and even hotter cup of coffee had helped, too, along with a quick neck massage from Mac. But it was going to take a few more hours to fully return to the land of the living.

“I highly doubt she’s reciting ‘ ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas.’ ” Ronnie chuckled when Katie shook her fist at them as she rounded the front of the Jeep. “Knowing Katie’s extensive knowledge of vulgar vocabulary, it’s probably something that would make my virgin ears burn.”

“Virgin?” Claire scoffed, glancing back at Ronnie, who was hiding behind her big Jackie O–style sunglasses. “Says the woman smelling like Mom’s flowery perfume who woke up half-naked in our stepfather’s bed.”

Ronnie groaned, slumping down in the seat as Kate yanked open the driver’s side door.

“I told you to stop calling me ‘crazy’!” the Pregosaurus Rex screamed and slung her purse at Claire.

The leather bag hit her in the shoulder—hard—before tumbling to the floor at her feet. “Ouch!” She glared at Kate, who was settling in behind the steering wheel. “What the hell do you have in there?” She reached down and picked up the purse. “A frickin’ boulder?”

Ronnie snickered. “It’s an over the shoulder boulder holder.” When Kate frowned at Jackie-Junior in the rearview mirror, Ronnie added, “You know, what Chester calls ‘bras.’ Only in this case, it really is an actual over the shoulder bould—”

“We get it, Cousin Eddie,” Claire cut her off.

“Who’s Cousin Eddie?” Ronnie asked.

Kate turned in her seat. “The dorky guy from National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.”

“Oh, yeah.” Ronnie slapped Claire’s shoulder. “I’m not a dork.”

“I never said you were, your little sister did.” Claire started to unzip Kate’s purse to check out what was inside. The knocked-up nutter wasn’t packing heat again, was she?

Last month, Kate had taken a shine to carrying an antique derringer Joe had skimmed. And it wasn’t just any peashooter either. According to Grady, who’d looked into the gun’s origins, the derringer had been stolen from a museum collection of items belonging to Pancho Villa, the legendary general during the Mexican revolution in the early twentieth century.

Kate snatched her purse from Claire’s hands. “Stay out of there.”

“Why?” She had gotten into Kate’s purse many times in the past to borrow her phone or some lip balm or cash or whatever without Kate caring.

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