Pancake Panic (MURDER IN THE MIX Book 17) by Addison Moore

Author:Addison Moore [Moore, Addison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hollis Thatcher Press, LTD.
Published: 2019-08-14T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Club Tropicana is part Cuban dance factory, part burlesque show, and part true test for my sanity. And that last one has very little to do with the club itself and everything to do with the occupants.

Bear was kind enough to pick me up and give me a ride over with him and Keelie, since Everett said he would be running late from the courthouse. My first surprise of the evening came when we swung by the B&B and picked up my mother—and my father by proxy.

After listening ad nauseam to my mother drone on and on about how much she hoped to pick up a Latin lover at the club tonight—and, believe you me, my father was seeing green as well, Keelie wasn’t the only one in the mood to puke on the way over— we arrived in Leeds with very little of our sanity still intact.

Club Tropicana sits on the outskirts, with its flashy neon pink and green sign of a woman in a bikini with a basket of fruit on her head. The five of us hightail it inside, only to find a spacious, loud, and raucous, perhaps a bit raunchy atmosphere. The walls glow pink and green, the lighting is dim, save for the stage, and there’s a spacious dance floor that is sporadically occupied by a few brave souls.

It’s more or less the way I remember it way back when Bear thought it would be a good idea to take the teenaged versions of ourselves here to watch scantily clad women in sequin bikinis shake their cha-chas. Come to think of it, I’m betting it was a pretty good date for him.

It’s just as seedy as ever, and that makes me feel pretty good about my decision to bring Ethel along for the ride. You know, in the event I feel the need to shoot a sleazeball or two—or my mother.

A waitress dressed in a hot pink bikini and dyed to match ostrich feather cap leads us to a table near the stage.

“Lottie?” a voice calls my name from the right, and I turn to find a handsome homicide detective and a mean old woman sitting next to him, casting an honest to God pox on me. It’s too bad the last one she struck me with hasn’t worn off yet.

It’s Noah and his mother, Suze.

He jumps to his feet and my mother attacks him with an embrace.

“Detective Fox,” she moans it out seductively, and Dad leans in to get a better look at her as if he were uncertain of her true intentions. “And Suze? Is that you?” Mom plucks Suze Fox right out of her seat and sends the blonde terror bounding in this direction. “Oh, please join us. I’m here all by my lonesome.”

I clear my throat. “You’re with me, Mother. You’re hardly alone.”

She waves me off. “You know what I mean, Suze. Besides, we have some catching up to do.”

Before I know it, we’re all seated at a round table set for ten.

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