Bet Your Bottom Dollar (The Bottom Dollar Series Book 1) by Karin Gillespie

Author:Karin Gillespie [Gillespie, Karin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: amateur sleuth, Women Sleuths, Murder Mystery Series
Publisher: Henery Press
Published: 2014-10-14T04:00:00+00:00

“The dance, I think. You were wearing that blue—”

Timothy suddenly looked at me, and so did Marcie for the first time. A tight smile flitted over her lips.

“Marcie, I’d like to introduce you to my wife, Elizabeth. We just got married,” Timothy said.

Marcie’s shoes were sharp and dangerous-looking, and they matched her cigar-shaped bag. I could sense her sizing me up. She looked at my flowered print dress and the navy blue pumps with the run-down heels. She took in the cubic zirconium bracelet that spelled out my name and my pantyhose that were suntan instead of nude, because the Bottom Dollar was out of size A in nude.

I’d thought I looked decent when I’d stepped out the door that night, but one glance from Marcie and I knew I was dressed all wrong.

“Timothy Hollingsworth married?” Her bright green eyes flashed at me. “This is a surprise.”

“Marcie and I were neighbors. We also attended the same church,” Timothy said.

“And went to the club pool together and to every party and tennis game and well, just about everywhere. We hung out together when Timothy came home from boarding school. Our friends called us Heckle and Jeckle, we were so close.” Marcie’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t look familiar to me, Elizabeth. Are you new to Augusta?”

“I’m not from here,” I said. “I live in Cayboo Creek.”

“Oh, I see,” Marcie said, not trying too hard to disguise her look of disdain. Many people in Augusta regarded Cayboo Creek as some kind of redneck backwater and called it “The Crick.”

“What do you do out there in, uh, Cayboo Creek?” she asked.

“I work in a dollar store,” I said softly.

“She’s the manager of the dollar store,” Timothy added quickly.

“That must be a tremendous responsibility,” Marcie purred. “We have something in common then, Elizabeth. I’m a manager and I also work with dollars. I’m branch manager of Smith Barney Financial planners.”

She opened her purse and took out a business card, which she handed to Timothy. “Now that the two of you are married I assume you’ll be moving to Augusta. Timothy, I’ve heard that you’ve taken over the helm of Hollingsworth Paper Cups.”

“You heard correctly, but Elizabeth and I won’t be moving to Augusta,” Timothy said, giving my hand a squeeze. “We’ll be staying in Cayboo Creek.”

Marcie’s mouth flew open. “You’re going to live in the Crick? Do they even have houses there?” She smiled sweetly. “I mean... other than all those clever manufactured homes?”

“Yes, Marcie, there are homes there, manufactured and otherwise,” Timothy said. “Cayboo Creek is a charming community. You should drive over sometime.”

“Yes, I’ll have to do that,” she said. She snapped her pocket-book shut. “I need to get back to my table. It was wonderful to see you again. Delighted to meet you, Elizabeth.”

“She was pretty,” I said, after she left.

“Pretty snobbish.” He leaned to whisper across the table. “And I thought she looked like she’d just been released from a concentration camp. Why would a woman want to intentionally starve herself down to the width of a guitar string? I can’t imagine it.

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