My Heroes Have Always Been Hitmen by Leslie Langtry

Author:Leslie Langtry [Langtry, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Goodreads: 19186726
Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing
Published: 2013-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

It was sad, an hour later, seeing Wini in her wedding dress, weeping openly in front of everyone. It was sad that she thought Sperry had ditched her on her wedding day. It was sad that it took Auntie and me twenty minutes to find that old, unused well and dump Sperry's body into it. We threw in a dead pig on top for good measure. That way, when the smell hit, they'd most likely just bury the retired well. And it was sad that I'd ruined my dress from Paris manhandling a dead pig.

People were in such a state of shock that Wini had announced her engagement and been jilted at her own wedding all in the same hour that very few people noticed my ruined dress. Aunt Josephine turned everyone out in order to comfort her daughter in privacy.

Back at the Washingtonian, once Siobhan had gone to bed for the night and Auntie India had once again become Troy, we opened the file on Sperry together.

The Bombay Council had been right. As they always were. Sperry was the worst sort of man. In his lust for gold, he'd allowed an unstable mine to collapse, trapping and slowly killing ten miners inside. Gambling debts had become overwhelming, and he'd taken to seducing and killing a wealthy widow for her money. Once that ran out, he'd decided to come home and woo his cousin Winifred.

"And that's why you need to read the file the Council sends," Troy admonished when I'd tossed the papers into the fireplace. "You wouldn't have second-guessed yourself today if you'd just read the file."

I was exhausted and depressed. In one day, I'd managed to crush the hopes of my best friend who only wanted a husband and family. And while she almost married a monster who would've killed her, I still felt raw and empty.

"You did the right thing." Troy patted my hand gently. "Wini will find someone else."

"I know." I leaned back in my chair and stared at the flames as they devoured the sordid story of Carter Livingstone Sperry.

"Maybe I need a little change," I finally said.

Troy sat straight up. "Ugh! Please don't say we are going up north! I don't want to see Mother and the others right now."

I shook my head. "I was thinking of something else. Maybe a grand tour of Europe?"

Troy perked up. "Will there be parties?"

I nodded. "Yes. And you don't even have to be Auntie India if you don't want to."

"Can I be someone else?" Troy pouted.

"How about if you are just you? The dashing and wonderful and witty you?"

Troy looked at me sternly. "My darling, I am always wonderful and witty, whether I am a woman or not. No, you need a chaperone. I think I'll come up with someone else. A sister perhaps? Or a cousin this time? I do hate playing an older woman."

"Okay. You can be my sister," I said. I'd always wanted a sister.

Troy nodded. "Yes, your younger, prettier sister. Who has a smaller waist and wears hats that are appropriate to her age.

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