The Always Anonymous Beast by Lauren Wright Douglas

Author:Lauren Wright Douglas [Lauren Wright Douglas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781594932465
Google: EKlczgAACAAJ
Amazon: B0050DZ5CU
Goodreads: 29452093
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2010-12-13T03:00:00+00:00

I sat in the Blethering Place after Sandy had gone, feeling depressed and anxious. I flexed my shoulder. It still hurt, but not nearly as much as yesterday. While I was checking myself over, I swallowed a few times and realized that my sore throat was gone. Must have been the vitamin C. Or all the excitement of getting shot.

The waitress refilled my coffee cup, and I tried my best to avoid thinking about Tonia. Or Val. Or Tonia and Val. Or, ye gods, Tonia and Caitlin. Charity from Tonia was something I did not need.

Outside the window a young couple hugged goodbye. She pecked him on the cheek, but he pulled her back, kissing her with great thoroughness in full view of the entire tea room. Men. I shook my head. They baffled me. They were about as alien as beings from Arcturus. And, from what I could glean from infrequent conversations with heterosexual women on that subject, the inscrutability of men was a truism. Freud and his rhetorical interrogative about women be damned: what do men want? I’ve never been able to figure it out. The more I learn about them, the more truly alien they seem. Men and women who live together astonish me.

Boring even myself with these musings, I paid the bill, and walked to my car. I checked my watch just after ten. Time to pay a visit to my friend Francis, a very useful fellow who bragged, quite justifiably I feared, that he could “get anything on anybody.” I had precious little time to spare on nonessential activities, but the memory of Baxter Buchanan’s eyes, the feeling that I needed to know more about him, just wouldn’t leave me. I was certain he wasn’t mixed up in this blackmail mess—after all, it was his wife who was one of the victims. But he was guilty of something all right—terrorizing his own wife, if nothing else. Maybe Francis could dig out some tasty tidbit that Val could. use to blackmail her way out of Baxter’s clutches. We’d see. I chuckled, thinking of Francis. When he heard who I wanted him to ferret information on, he’d be in electronic heaven.

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