Tiles and Tribulations by Tamar Myers

Author:Tamar Myers
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
ISBN: 9780061859908
Publisher: HarperCollins

The Rob-Bobs graciously allowed me to eat before grilling me. When they were quite through, and we’d all had dessert—Mocha Crème Brulee with Fresh Strawberries and an Orange Cinnamon Syrup—Rob turned to me.

“You know, Abby, Bob and I aren’t quite as stupid as we look.”

“Neither of you looks particularly stupid.”

“Thanks. We’re at least not so stupid that we think you’re on a legitimate scavenger hunt.”

The lunch, which had tasted so good going down, wasn’t going to taste very good on its way back up. “Whatever do you mean?” I said and batted my eyelashes.

Alas, my feminine wiles were wasted on the guys. “Don’t play games with us, Abby.”

“You’re not going to turn me in, are you?”

“We ought to,” Bob boomed. Half the remaining lunch crowd looked our way.

“But we won’t,” Rob said, “as long as you follow our rules.”

“Anything.” Perhaps I’d spoken too soon. “What are your rules?”

“Rule one. If you’re caught, you have to deny this conversation, or one like it, ever happened.”

“Done.”

“Rule two. As far as Rob and I are concerned, this conversation never happened.”

“That means no details,” Bob bellowed. “We don’t want to know a thing. Because if anyone asks, we know nothing.”

Rob patted his partner’s arm. “Finally, rule number three. If you get in over your head—that is to say, if it starts to feel at all uncomfortable—you bail out. Is that clear?”

“Yah vo, mein kommodant.”

“Abby, we’re not kidding around here. If you break these rules, we’re driving you straight back to headquarters. And Colonel Hogan won’t be there to bail you out.”

I should have been grateful that they were indulging me. In fact, I should have been flattered, because clearly it was a testament to their faith in my ability to ferret out the facts. However, what I should have felt, and what I felt, were quite different things. To put it frankly, I was pissed. I felt patronized.

“So Abby, do you swear?” Bob’s voice is so loud that I had no doubt the entire restaurant, including the kitchen staff, could hear. While some may have thought I was being asked to give my word of honor, others might well have thought I was being asked if I cussed. It was most embarrassing.

“I swear,” I said through gritted teeth. “And I swear if you don’t lower your voice, I’m going to make a scene, the likes of which, you will never forget.”

“Ooh, feisty,” Rob said. “Abby, if I were straight—”

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