Pineapple Hurricane: A Pineapple Port Mystery: Book Eleven (Pineapple Port Mysteries 11) by Amy Vansant

Author:Amy Vansant [Vansant, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Charlotte and Declan entered Angelo’s Pasta Pit at ten minutes to nine in the evening, thinking they’d be early to the emergency meeting of the Five Families. Only a few of the restaurant’s patrons remained at the late hour, making a bickering group of people, jostling amongst themselves against the far left wall, all the more obvious.

“Is that them already?” asked Declan.

Charlotte recognized Penny, the owner of Pineapple Port and her sister, Tabby, who owned Silver Lake, their bodies pressed against a pair of French doors Charlotte knew led to the restaurant’s meeting room. The two of them traded hip-bumps as if they were dancing, vying for the spot where the doors would split. She didn’t know the other three people in the group, all men, all shoving each other, locked in their own battle of dominance behind the ladies.

“Watch it, Billy,” snapped Tabby, pulling her attention from her sister long enough to chastise the portly man behind her, who’d been pushed into her back by a bearded man.

Billy swung an elbow into the belly of the bearded man to push him back. “Back off, Frenchie.”

The remaining customers looked over their shoulders at the boisterous group, clearly eager to get their check and leave.

The entrance door opened behind Charlotte and her neighbor, Tilly, entered with a notebook and an unimpressed look. Standing barely five feet tall, Tilly still radiated an air of command, even in her trademark billowing house dress.

Charlotte waved and motioned to the bouncing group. “Hey, Tilly. Thanks for setting this up for me. Did you take over as secretary after Mariska quit?”

“Not for free.” Tilly looked at the group and shook her head. “Everyone else they’ve ever asked to serve ended up dead or refused to come back, so they pay me to do it now.”

Charlotte could see how that would work. Tilly didn’t take guff from anyone. “Why do they look like zombies trying to get into a house?”

Tilly peered at Charlotte from beneath a lowered brow. “They all want head of the table. I’ve begged the place to put a round table in there, but they won’t do it.”

Charlotte chuckled. “They could sit at small, individual tables so each has their own island.”

“That’s not a bad idea.”

“But then they might fight about who’s closer to the window.”

Tilly grabbed her arm. “They haven’t even thought about proximity to the windows. Don’t say that out loud again.”

“Deal. Sorry.”

Tilly rubbed her forehead with the tips of her fingers. “No, I’m sorry. It’s just these meetings get worse every time. Last time they accused me of favoring Penny in the notes because I live in Pineapple Port.”

“Do you?”

“Hell no. I can’t stand that woman. In fact, the line they thought I used to favor her was, Penny shifted and released audible gas.”

Charlotte laughed. “That doesn’t sound like favoritism.”

“You wouldn’t think so, but Jonathan from the Smillages called me up to say he remembered burping and didn’t see it in the notes.”

A flustered-looking man in a suit approached and

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