The Case of the Final Femme Fatale: A Cozy Tiffany Black Mystery (Tiffany Black Cases Book 9) by A.R. Winters

Author:A.R. Winters [Winters, A.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-04-02T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

We grabbed lunch; I was a lot hungrier than I realized.

Details of the case were dominant in my head. Rosie and I had taken a turn on this case. I knew it. All we needed to do now was figure out what street we’d turned on.

“Who else would know why Felicity was stalking Pete?” Rosie dragged on her take-out cup. The sound was ice and emptiness.

“Baz can be eliminated, I think. My impression is that he’s way too self-centered to care what Felicity was feeling about her past.”

“Or the new movie,” Rosie said. “How about Marge? She was in the original movie and the new one.”

I ate some fries. “She might have an idea. How interested she would be in solving the murder of a woman who derailed her career, I can’t say.”

“She’s talky when she’s drinky,” Rosie said.

We were sitting in a decent burger and fried chicken joint on the Strip at Fashion Show Drive. Traffic piled up on South Las Vegas Boulevard as usual.

Throngs of tourists walked the street, skin pinking with the sun. Apparently, they were unaware that you could walk long stretches of the famous street in the air-conditioned corridors of the resorts, on a tram, or on a monorail.

“We only got to talk to Marge because she was in that investor meeting.”

“We could still try her,” Rosie said. “Unless she’s on location.”

Where we were persona non grata at the moment.

I checked my cellphone. Charles hadn’t texted me back. I really hoped he could get us our set access back, and soon.

“Gina is probably the person to talk to,” I said. “She mentioned working with Pete on commercials or something.”

“That’s right, she did,” Rosie said. “Pete must really like working in Las Vegas. He probably has the connections to get film projects finished around here.”

I finished my late lunch. “Well, we like working here.”

“You’d think if he worked here a lot, he’d buy a place instead of renting,” Rosie said. “That Airbnb he’s staying in now isn’t cheap.”

Giving that some thought, I could only come up with a conundrum. “Pete likes working in Vegas, but doesn’t like staying in resorts?”

“I don’t like staying in resorts,” Rosie said.

“Not even if you’re comped?”

“Nah. A free room for a few nights would be nice if I didn’t already live here. Now, a free buffet—that I’ll take.” Rosie patted her stomach. She was the only one I knew who could think of food after eating a double-decker fried chicken sandwich and a large order of fries.

The restaurant validated our parking, the car inside a cool garage for a change. We got in without burning ourselves on the vinyl spots. I was able to grip the steering wheel.

“Why don’t we park in a public garage all the time?” Rosie noticed the difference.

“We could expense it to the clients,” I said. “I prefer not to.”

“You sure you aren’t a masochist?” Rosie said.

I sat in the relatively cool car, thinking. “You know, what you said about Marge should probably be followed up on.

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