Vineyards, Vintners and Vengeance: A Tiffany Black Travel Mystery (Tiffany Black Travel Mysteries Book 7) by A.R. Winters

Author:A.R. Winters [Winters, A.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-12-24T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

I worked up a script for our travel vlog while Stone was still off on a bike ride. Since it was quiet in the hotel, I did a voice-over for some of the videos and photographs Rosie had shot. Our vlogs were generally informal, mostly shot and edited on Rosie’s iPhone. We’d gained a few followers, given our diverse travels, plus our tips on visiting Las Vegas.

Some of the script I would rewrite to use in an article we would submit later.

I then turned my attention to the case, writing up the overall investigation thus far.

For now, we were unable to interview our prime suspect. Elise Carmichael was still in police custody. For all I knew, she was going to remain there.

Rosie came into the Cabernet Sauvignon room.

“Is it too early for dinner? I don’t want to engage in bored eating,” she said.

I looked at the time in the corner of the computer. “It’s not too early,” I said.

“Oh, good.”

“If you’re over sixty-five.” I shrugged. “Even Nana eats later than this.”

“I get it. Too early, then,” Rosie said. She looked around. “Where’s Stone?”

“He said he had an errand to run,” I said.

“Here? What errand?” Rosie asked.

“He didn’t say.” Stone was mysterious by nature. Even if I bugged him, he wouldn’t tell me until he was ready.

“Okay, so what have you been up to?”

I turned the computer screen toward her. “Writing a case report. Some travel stuff.”

Rosie read the docs over.

“Good start,” she said. “There’s a lot to do here. Are we going to try to visit San Francisco before we leave?”

“We’ve been a little busy. I want to stick with Mr. Locandro’s scheduled events. If we have time, we can drive down there,” I said.

“A little busy?” Rosie frowned. “What’s left on the agenda, anyway?”

“Just another wine tasting, right?” I said. “At another vineyard close by.”

“I hope it’s the spitting kind,” Rosie said.

“Why?”

“Because spitting for no reason is so uncouth. But at a wine tasting? I’ll be spitting with class,” she said.

Stone walked in, came over to the desk and kissed me.

“Where have you been, babe?” I asked.

“Talking to a friend of a friend.”

He didn’t elaborate. I didn’t say more. Usually, if I stopped speaking in the middle of a conversation, it brought out information from a person who felt compelled to fill up the silent space.

That trick, of course, didn’t work on Stone.

“You know everybody,” Rosie said.

“Mm,” Stone said. He opened his backpack. For whatever reason, Stone rolled his clothes when he packed instead of folding them. When he shook out a shirt, I saw that it didn’t have any wrinkles.

I’d have to learn that trick.

He walked into the bathroom. The shower started.

“The strong, silent type,” Rosie said.

My mouth quirked in response. “Sure is.”

“That would drive me straight up a tree,” she said.

“Mm-hmm,” I said.

“Don’t start,” Rosie eyed me.

An hour or so later, we headed to dinner.

“My friend says they’ve been trying hard to hang an arson on Greene, but no luck,” Stone said.

“He admitted he’d been arrested,” I said.

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