Playing At Murder (A Butterworth Mystery Book 1) by Gillian Larkin

Author:Gillian Larkin [Larkin, Gillian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-01-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Connie started to chuckle. Her chuckle turned into a laugh. Her laugh progressed to a loud guffaw which startled people passing by.

Sable hissed, “Control yourself! People are staring. What happened to me last time wasn’t the least bit funny.”

Connie wiped tears from her eyes, and took a moment to calm herself down. “But it was funny, Sable. It was hilarious. Didn’t it happen on this street too?”

Sable folded her arms. “It might have. We haven’t got time to reminisce. The hotel where Rachel is staying is a five-minute walk away. Let’s get going.”

“Oh no. Not so fast. I have to relive that moment. When was it? Forty years ago? More? We’d started courting Clive and Ian, and we’d only known each other a short while. I thought you were so prim and proper. You always had your nose in the air as if you were better than anyone else. Until …” she burst into laughter again.

The corner of Sable’s mouth twitched. “It really wasn’t that funny. Not for me anyway.”

Connie said, “I still don’t understand why you did it. What possessed you?”

“I don’t know. There’s always been a mystery about men wearing kilts, and what they wear underneath. Or rather, what they don’t wear. I couldn’t believe the rumour that they wore nothing. It seemed far too ludicrous.” She gave Connie a big smile. “And when we came here all those years ago, curiosity got the better of me.”

Connie shook her head. “I remember it clearly now. You went up to that poor man who was minding his own business. Tell me again what you said to him?”

“I asked him very politely what he was wearing under his kilt. He told me in an impolite way to mind my own business.” Sable put her hands on the side of her cheeks. “I still can’t believe what I did next. I’m feeling embarrassed all over again. As soon as he turned his back on me, I reached out and lifted his kilt up. And, well, you know what happened after that.”

Connie grinned. “I can see him now. He hitched his kilt right up and began chasing you down the street. His obscenities were quite colourful, even if I didn’t know what half of them meant.” She broke into fresh peals of laughter.

Sable said, “It was so out of character for me to do that. I’m surprised Ian still wanted to see me after that. Anyway, we found out what that particular man was wearing under his kilt. It was a cold day, and I’m surprised he didn’t get frostbite on his particulars.”

Connie nudged her. “Sable, there’s a young man over there with a splendid kilt on. Go on; I dare you.”

A twinkle of mischief flashed in Sable’s eyes. “Better not. We’re here on business. Maybe later.”

The two women headed down the street, smiles still on their faces.

As they approached the hotel and spa where Rachel’s car had been located, Connie said, “What are we going to say to the person on reception? They wouldn’t give you any information on the phone.

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