OLD SOLDIERS NEVER DIE a cozy murder mystery (Village Mysteries Book 1) by MARGARET MAYHEW

Author:MARGARET MAYHEW [MAYHEW, MARGARET]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Joffe Books crime thriller and mystery
Published: 2020-09-16T16:00:00+00:00

The Major ducked down below the level of his table and took a swig at the half bottle of vodka he’d left propped carefully against the trestle leg. He re-emerged, wiping his mouth quickly and looked round to see if anyone had noticed. Nobody had. There was a lull at the bottle stall which had given him the chance. Since the only bottle of whisky had been won (by the Vicar of all people), nobody was quite so keen on having a go, and he couldn’t blame them. Couldn’t stand vodka himself, didn’t taste of anything, but needs must when the devil drives – whatever that meant. And he’d won the half bottle fair and square. He’d had to buy nearly forty goes to do it, but he’d given the drum a good turning and closed his eyes when he’d put his hand inside. No cheating. Never had cheated in his life. Not the thing at all. Of course, he’d had his eye on the bottle of Teacher’s, like everybody else, but at least he’d got spirits of a kind, and not the British sherry, or that home-made damson wine muck. And one good thing about vodka was that you couldn’t smell it on someone’s breath – so people said.

He look round again and dived down for another quick nip. Fact was, he needed a bit of a stiffener just now, so what the hell? Bit of a body blow he’d taken. Surely she hadn’t meant it, though? He must have been mistaken. The old hearing wasn’t what it used to be and that damned band had been blasting away – some bloody pop tune – they hadn’t played a decent march all afternoon. He must have misheard. He’d have gone right after her when she walked off if only he hadn’t been tied to this bloody silly stall. Yes, he’d’ve had it out with her. Put it to her straight. Where did he stand? A cat may look at a king. Or a king may look at a cat.

God, there was Marjorie coming across the lawn. He kicked the vodka bottle further under the trestle table. Well, one good thing, he could ask the old girl to take over for a bit, so he could get away. Sort things out. Man to woman. He straightened himself up, shoulders back, chin up, and hoped it was true about vodka.

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