Smokey Eyes by Barbara Silkstone

Author:Barbara Silkstone [Silkstone, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-27T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Kal pulled on a pair of blue latex gloves, reached into the rowboat box and took out the knife. With luck it would bear fingerprints—Nancy’s prints.

Robbie took Jess’s full name, address, and telephone number. The professor turned fisherman bid us goodbye and headed out of the marina.

“This is Starfish Cove PD calling. Officer Kal Miranda here. Is this Coast Guard dispatching?” Kal shouted into his phone. “Bad connection! I’m requesting an apprehension. Thirty-five foot sailboat—the Very Crabby. One known occupant. Female. Age fifty. Nancy Nemo. She’s wanted for questioning in a murder investigation. Return them to the yacht club marina. I’ll be waiting.”

Kal clicked off. He cut Lizzy and me a look that signified we were in deep trouble.

“We didn’t warn Nancy!” Lizzy said, doing her eyelash batting thing. She licked her lower lip and flipped her hair over her shoulder. Whenever Lizzy used her feminine wiles it was guaranteed to be an Oscar worthy performance.

I busied myself wringing out my hair and squeezing my clothes. Trying not to applaud as she wrapped Kal around her pinkie.

“Walk these ladies to their cars and make sure they leave the premises.”

Robbie stepped beside us.

“Remember,” Kal said as he walked toward the dockmaster’s office, “the eyeball lineup is set for ten. You have just enough time to shower for all our sakes.”

In no condition to counter his insult, I nodded.

Lizzy limped off the dock with one shoe on and one shoe off. “The leather strap swelled in the humidity and won’t come out of the buckle. Do you have anything I can use to cut the strap?” she asked Robbie.

He felt around in his pockets then said, “No, ma’am. I must have left my chainsaw in my other pants.” He grinned at his own wit. “Gotta get back to Officer Kal. You ladies okay?”

We waved him off.

After the body-in-the-trunk case, Lizzy had replaced her Jaguar convertible with a vintage Volkswagen Beetle. She sat in her car, feet out the driver’s door.

“Stay right here!” I said.

She rolled her eyes.

I dashed inside the yacht club kitchen and returned with a mooched carving knife. Slipping the knife between her ankle and the strap, I sawed upward, splitting the binding. I handed her the liberated shoe. “These wedgies are going to be the death of you.”

WonderDog sat at my side making little growly noises as if he was lecturing Lizzy.

A question that surprised both Lizzy and me fell out of my mouth. “Why is your father so nasty to you?”

A pinch appeared at the corners of her eyes. “He’s a chauvinist pig in the purest sense of the word. My sister and I have always been an embarrassment to him merely because we’re female.”

“He’s a fool. He should be proud of all you’ve accomplished with your real estate business and now our cold cream venture. I’m amazed that you have such a happy attitude growing up under those conditions.”

“Life is all about choices, isn’t it? I choose to be happy just like I choose to wear wedgies and retro clothes.

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