Shades of Wrath (A Caprice De Luca Mystery Book 6) by Karen Rose Smith

Author:Karen Rose Smith [Smith, Karen Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2016-11-29T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

The Country Squire Golf and Recreation Club had been elegantly decorated for fall for a few weeks. Yellow tinted twinkle lights draped around the entrance and the trees. A harvest theme spread across the entrance portico with a huge pumpkin, a stand of hay decorated and wrapped with orange and black ribbon, and a scarecrow that looked welcoming. The same yellow twinkle lights wreathed the inside of the lobby. Orange and yellow mum flower arrangements sported gold lamé wired ribbons while multicolored dried corn ears along with orange and green gourds filled a giant cornucopia on the credenza along one wall in the reception area. Other cornucopias, similarly filled, decorated marble-topped tables as well as wall shelves in the huge dining room.

Each of the tables in the expansive room was covered with yellow linens. In the center of each stood crystal vases with cranberry, yellow, orange, and white spider mum arrangements.

A crowd already milled about when Caprice and Grant entered Country Squire. Roz and Vince must have been watching for them because they hurried to them and smiled at their “costumes.” Grant had rented a shadow-striped suit from a costume shop. It was fashion from the forties—double-breasted with a wide collar and lapels in silk. The pleated suit pants were designed with wide legs and a rolled cuff. With the shoulders padded and the jacket fitted at the waist, his muscular, lean figure was emphasized. With his gray felt fedora tilted at a rakish angle, he could have stepped straight out of an old-time movie.

Caprice’s gown, also from the costume shop, was golden like the color of fine champagne. It had long sleeves, a deep V neckline, and a tight bodice that flared into a calf-length skirt. She’d worn strappy gold high heels with it and carried a beaded purse from her vintage collection. Grant’s eyes had seemed to pop when he’d seen her and that’s what had mattered.

Now Vince studied the two of them as Roz grinned and said, “Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall.”

Caprice nudged Grant’s elbow. “See, people will know who we are.”

“Roz isn’t most people,” he returned wryly. “But if she guessed, a few others will too.” He studied Vince, who was dressed in jeans, a snap-button shirt with a bolo tie, boots, and a Stetson. Roz’s fringed suede skirt, boots that sported high heels, and a puffed sleeve blouse complemented his outfit.

“There’s no mistaking the two of you,” Grant said. “Roy Rogers and Dale Evans.”

Vince laughed. “Got my country groove on.”

“He convinced me,” Roz assured them. “Not too outlandish, but not over the top either. Lots of folks here aren’t into masquerading. They’re just here for the food and the dancing and the party atmosphere, I guess. We snagged four chairs at a table far away from the music so we can talk if we want. Ready to head that way?”

“How’s the food?” Caprice asked. “Nikki went all out trying to come up with harvest fare. She said she added cayenne to the deviled eggs

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