Kiss and Tell (9781420130140) by Michaels Fern

Author:Michaels, Fern [Michaels, Fern]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2014-04-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Dennis West straightened his tie and shrugged his shoulders so that his suit jacket fell into place. He looked around at the guests in the little chapel. Four; five if he counted himself. Maggie, Ted, Espinosa, and Nikki Quinn. He was surprised to see the lawyer and wondered how she’d gotten here, but then he remembered this chapel was only a block away from where she and Maggie lived—the main reason he’d chosen it in the first place when Maggie pointed it out to him.

He didn’t like the smell in this little chapel in front of the mortuary. The scent of flowers and incense was making him light headed. The minister caught his eye and nodded, which meant the service he’d arranged for was about to get under way. He looked around and sat down, his hands clenched into a tight ball in his lap. He listened and wondered how this strange minister knew so much about the two women he was talking about. Maybe Nikki Quinn had told him. She was, after all, Sara and Tressie’s attorney. Yes, that must be it. How could she not know personal details about her clients?

The voice droned on and on, a steady monotone of goodness. And then it was over. His hand was being shaken, and the portly man disappeared through a side door. Another man entered the room, the mortician, in his somber-looking dark suit, pristine white shirt, and plain tie. His hand was shaken too. And then, in a hushed voice, the man, whose name was Cedric Davidson, asked if Dennis wanted to take the deceased with him or come back later in the week. Dennis looked over at a sideboard, where two urns stood side by side. He swallowed hard and said later in the week would work better for him. Mr. Davidson nodded agreeably and withdrew through the same door the minister had left by.

“Dennis, do you think you could come with me for a few minutes? I spoke to Mr. Davidson earlier, and he said we could use one of the small offices. I need to speak with you about . . . about Sara and Tressie. You guys don’t mind waiting a few minutes, do you?” Nikki asked, addressing the three newspaper people. They all shrugged, moved to the back of the chapel, and sat down, their eyes on the two urns on the sideboard.

“What’s up?” Dennis asked curiously, as Nikki closed the office door. “You aren’t worried about paying for this, are you? I already paid, and I have the receipt.”

“No, no, not at all. Perhaps I should have waited and made an actual appointment, but I knew I would be here and you would be here, so this just seemed logical to me. Especially with our current weather, and they say more snow is coming. Relax, Dennis, you look nervous. The reason I asked you in here to talk privately is, I want to read you Ms. Overton’s and Ms. Weber’s wills. Sara and Tressie, as you knew them.

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