Merry Masquerade in Savannah: A Made in Savannah Cozy Mystery (Made in Savannah Cozy Mysteries Series Book 8) by Hope Callaghan

Author:Hope Callaghan [Callaghan, Hope]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2017-11-19T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“The storm is going to hit Savannah?” Carlita eased onto the edge of the bed, staring at the angry red and yellow glob on the television screen.

“If this storm’s track continues, Tybee Island will take a direct hit with a category one hurricane.” Mercedes glanced out the window. “I think we’re already seeing some of the edges. The forecaster called them the outer bands.”

As if on cue, the bedroom window creaked as a gust of wind pounded the windowpane.

Carlita’s stomach churned. “Maybe we should head home before it’s too late and we’re trapped here.”

“Check out the ticker at the bottom of the screen. It looks like the local authorities have already issued a mandatory curfew starting at six o’clock. They’re telling everyone to finish their last minute preparations, fill their gas tanks and head home.”

Carlita glanced at her watch. It was still early and they had plenty of time to make it to Walton Square. “Let’s track down Tori. Maybe she has better information on the storm or can at least tell us what to expect.”

Mercedes hopped off the bed. “I love this place. I hope we can stay. Besides, even if it hits, it’s only going to be a category one.”

“Only? Only a category one hurricane? Mercedes, we’ve never been through a hurricane.”

“How bad can it be?” Mercedes shut the television off and followed her mother into the hall.

The hall lights flickered and Carlita glanced at them nervously. “What if the power goes out?”

“You worry too much.”

When Mercedes and Carlita reached the lower hall, they circled through the formal dining room, the butler’s pantry and into the kitchen. “I think we made a wrong turn.”

One of the kitchen staff looked up. “Mrs. Garlucci?”

Carlita nodded. “Yes. I’m Carlita Garlucci and this is my daughter, Mercedes.”

“I hear you’re stayin’ with us for a couple days.”

“That was our plan, but it appears there’s a storm off the coast and coming our way. We’re thinking of driving home before it hits.”

“Ah.” The woman waved a spoon in the air. “Tis only a cat one if it hits. We’ll be gettin’ a little rain, a little wind, and perhaps a tornado or two. Montgomery Hall is a sturdy fortress, to be sure,” the woman replied, a hint of an Irish lilt in her voice. “I’ve been livin’ in this area for many a year. This is only a wee bit of a storm. Nothin’ too much to worry about.”

“See?” Mercedes elbowed her mother. “We have nothing to worry about.” She turned to the woman. “We were on our way to the drawing room for tea and cookies, but took a wrong turn.”

“I’ll take ya there.” The stout gray-haired woman wiped her hands on the front of her apron and limped around the side of the counter. “I’m Mrs. O’Brien, but you can call me Mary. There’s a fresh batch of shortbread cookies, and also a few chocolate chip cookies for you ta snack on.”

Carlita pointed at Mary’s leg. “Are you okay?”

“Yes ma’am. Just a bum knee,” Mary said.

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