Carats and Coconuts by Scott D. D

Author:Scott, D. D.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: actionadventure, women sleuths, humorous fiction, mystery series, humorous mysteries, dd scott, mysteries and humor, cozy cash mysteries
Publisher: D. D. Scott

Chapter Three

In the last few years, more than a billion dollars – that’s right, I said billion – in diamonds and other precious gemstones have been taken from this forest. Many of the world’s largest mining companies believe our Witherspoon & Witherspoon Operations could be part of the richest mines in the world.

But they’ve got a problem.

This land belongs to the Sol Larga Indians, and mining is illegal on all of Brazil’s Indian lands.

My parent’s operation is allowed because they’re not a for-profit mining business. They mine for research and conservation.

But no matter how hard they try, even with the cooperation of the indigenous people, they can’t stop the thriving black market from pilfering the treasures these forests hold.

Thus, a special unit of Brazil’s federal police are here to attempt to keep out the wildcat miners.

“If you ask me and the Sol Larga’s Chief Valente, here comes our biggest problem,” I whispered to Roman as Police Chief Maurio Fosito moved toward us, flanked by a few of his officers.

“Usually is,” Roman answered, his jaw twitching, which meant his mind was preparing his body for trouble.

“Something along the line of how much they get paid to look the other way?” I ventured.

“And who’s paying who,” Roman finished my thought with total accuracy.

I normally love how we share brain waves. But that time, I could only hope he wasn’t sharing all of mine. If he was, he was in just as much danger as I was of never making it out of this forest alive.

Unless…

We could beat our little rogue elf Stanley and his associates at their own deadly game.

So, game on.

“Zoey, how good to see you again,” Police Chief Fosito said, with the sincerity of one of Roman and Vitto’s mob soldiers when they get an unexpected visit from their bosses.

“You as well, Chief Fosito,” I said, a firm believer in attempting to kill ‘em with kindness.

I only resorted to kickin’ someone’s ass if my first tactic failed.

“I’ve brought some friends with me this trip.”

“So I see,” Fosito said neither his voice nor his expression conveying he was particularly happy about it.

“Well now, I don’t know about y’all, but I’m not necessarily feelin’ the love from The Foz here. Are you?”

Leave it to Grams to go right for the balls every time. There was never any honey drippin’ from her words, just one gigantic fly swatter goin’ for pay dirt.

So much for killin’ The Foz with kindness, I thought.

“Why don’t you calm down a bit, Ms…”

“Weiss. The name is Lucy Weiss. My friends call me Grams. But you ain’t that lucky, Foz. You just stick with Ms. Weiss,” Grams said then harrumphed till her tiny body shook. “And say, did ya ever notice that the people who tell you to calm down are the ones who pissed ya off to begin with?”

“Another Maxine-ism?” Granny V asked, laughing out loud.

“Something like that,” I said, while giving Roman the evil eye for insisting Grams be part of our welcome wagon.

The Foz remained silent as he and Grams remained stuck in one fierce stare-down.

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