Karen MacInerney - Margie Peterson 01 - Mother's Day Out by Karen MacInerney

Author:Karen MacInerney [MacInerney, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery: Cozy - Humor - P.I. - Texas
ISBN: 147758174X
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2012-06-02T05:00:00+00:00

SIXTEEN

As I climbed into the minivan, my cell phone bleeped.

“Hello?”

“Margie?” It was Becky. “I’m sorry for the short notice… can you be at International Shipping in thirty minutes? Michael’s contact is going out of town for a month tomorrow, so he moved up the meeting.”

“But I haven’t had a chance to find anything out about the shipping industry!”

“You don’t need to. You’re a new employee, remember?”

“Yeah, brand new. Okay. Where is it again?”

“On Sixth Street. That new big silver building. What’s it called?”

“The Frost Building?”

“That’s the one. By the way, your name is Priscilla Anderson.”

“Priscilla?”

“I had to come up with something fast. Anyway, I’ve got to run and get dressed. See you at eleven.”

Becky hung up the phone before I had a chance to tell her about Blake’s car or my trip to Miss Veronica’s Boudoir. I put the Caravan in gear and headed toward downtown. Thank goodness I had spiffed myself up this morning.

I arrived at the Frost building with fifteen minutes to spare. It was a glass monolith not far from Maxted’s apartment, and as the parking garage attendant handed me a ticket, I wondered if Maxted had walked to work. It would certainly be more cost-efficient than paying the three-hundred-dollar monthly rate advertised at the entrance.

I took the elevator to the lobby and parked myself in a leather couch while I waited for Becky and Michael to show up. A stream of men and women in tailored suits flowed by. Although Austin was known for “business casual”, evidently the workers in this building didn’t subscribe to the city’s laid-back approach to life. Or at least not the slacker wardrobe.

“Margie!” Becky and Michael appeared near the giant glass front door. Becky looked like anything but a mother of two small children in a perfectly cut blue suit that curved in and out in all the right places. Her brother, Michael, looked as good as she did in a double-breasted charcoal Brooks Brothers suit. Although I had felt nattily dressed an hour ago, as Becky approached with her brother, I found myself wishing I had thrown a jacket on over my blouse.

“I thought you said my name was Priscilla,” I said.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Hi, Priscilla.” Michael thrust out a hand and engulfed my own. “You look great.”

I felt myself blush. “Thanks. So do you. And thanks for doing this.”

“No problem.” He squeezed my hand before releasing it, and a little tingle traveled up my arm. Michael had always been tall and stocky, and although he was a little thicker around the middle than he had been, he was as appealing as he had been twenty years ago when Becky and I were in high school. I’d had a terrible crush on him. Evidently I still wasn’t completely over it.

For God’s sake, Margie, you’re a married woman, I reminded myself. Think of Blake. Then I remembered the missing money and the dead transvestite, and decided to focus on my kids instead.

Michael directed another high-wattage smile toward me. “Ready?”

I swallowed hard. “Anything I need to know?”

“Nope.

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