Moving Is Murder by Sara Rosett - A Mom Zone Mystery 01 - Moving Is Murder

Author:Sara Rosett - A Mom Zone Mystery 01 - Moving Is Murder [Rosett, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Adult
ISBN: 9780758213372
Google: E1RDiroEXeYC
Amazon: 0758213379
Goodreads: 1653384
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2005-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

An Everything in Its Place Tip for an

Organized Move

Color-code boxes as you label them with a color specific to each room, such as red for girl’s room, blue for boy’s room, green for kitchen, etc. Sorting boxes at your new home will be a snap.

Chapter

Seventeen

Friona?” She slammed a tray into place under the counter. “Aren’t you Friona? Isn’t your husband in the Fifty-second?”

Her lips tightened. I thought she was about to deny it. Instead, she snapped, “Don’t say anything.”

I blinked. Wow. So much for customer service. She sighed like it was a burden to speak another word to me. “Curtis! I’m taking my break now,” she yelled over her shoulder. She came around the counter and jerked her head toward the booths. Despite her rudeness, I was too curious to walk out the door, so I followed her and took a seat in a plastic booth across from Friona. This McDonald’s was a newer one decorated in a Fifties theme with single records on the wall and framed pictures of Caddies with tailfins. A “Heartbreak Hotel” single hung on the wall between us.

I rocked Livvy’s car seat to keep her asleep and waited for Friona to speak. She took off her baseball cap and her glossy hair swung down on each side of her face.

Reluctantly, she made eye contact with me. “Sorry. You freaked me out.” She let out another deep sigh that would have made my Lamaze teacher proud and muttered, “Couldn’t you have gotten your stupid coffee, and like, gone away?” Since it seemed to be a rhetorical question I didn’t answer. “Look, don’t tell anyone you saw me here, okay?” She twisted her cap in her hands. Her words were pleading, but her tone was almost angry.

“I won’t. But anyone could stop in here and see you,” I pointed out as I took a sip of the coffee. It needed sugar and creamer. I didn’t drink it often enough to drink it black. I had decided long ago I had enough vices without adding coffee to the list. Now I wished I’d opted for a Diet Coke.

“I know.” All the fight went out of her like a deflated balloon. She flattened the hat on the table. She sounded miserable.

“Why don’t you want anyone to know you work here? I think it’s great you’ve got a job.” Friona looked so bored at the squadron barbeque. A job in the real world would be good for her.

“I don’t want the whole squadron to know I work here, okay? I mean this is McDonald’s,” she said sullenly. I repeated my promise not to tell.

“You look exhausted. Are you trying to work two jobs? I saw you at Copeland’s the other night, too.” I thought her husband was a boom operator. The enlisted pay chart was stingy, to say the least. I knew either our squadron or the base had something set up to help enlisted families make ends meet.

She rubbed her forehead with the heel of her hand and muttered, “I can’t believe this.

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