Death by Lotto

Author:Abigail Keam [Keam, Abigail]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯), Romance, Fiction, Mystery & Detective, General, Erotica, humorous, Women Sleuths
ISBN: 9780615765556
Google: IZY0mAEACAAJ
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Goodreads: 17605345
Publisher: Worker Bee Press
Published: 2013-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

10

Matt and Franklin were rummaging through my freezer looking for dinner. They had talked quietly for over an hour and now were famished.

I didn’t know if they had made up or what the outcome was with them when the doorbell rang.

“Make sure you check the security monitor before you let someone in,” I yelled from my office.

I heard murmurs and then the front door closed. Matt poked his head in my office. “There is a Walter Neff to see you. Has he seen Double Indemnity with Barbara Stanwyck?”

“Don’t know,” I replied. “I’ll come out.”

Entering the great room, I found Neff admiring my art collection. “Do you like art, Mr. Neff?”

“The closest I’ve ever come is putting a poster of Starry Night over my toilet.”

“How charming.”

“It covered a hole in the wall.”

“Utilitarian, I see.”

“Grab your coat, Toots.”

“Why?”

“I’ve done a background check on the housekeeper and the nephew. It’s the relative that turns up stinky. I want to go where he bought that lotto ticket and smooze around.”

“Why do you need me?”

“The cashier is a woman. She’ll be more likely to gossip with a another skirt rather than someone like me.”

“You mean someone sleazy like you?”

“Toots, you cut me to the quick.”

“I wonder if you even give a damn.”

“I wonder if you wonder.”

I scrunched up my nose. Neff had just said another famous quote from the movie dialogue of Double Indemnity. This was getting ridiculous. “Okay, but I can’t do a long outing. I’ve got about two hours in me.”

“That’s enough time.”

Matt came up behind me and helped put on my coat and handed me my cane and cell phone. “Yes, I was eavesdropping. Call me before you head home. Don’t make me worry, please.”

“Make sure you lock the house up tight when you leave.”

“Stop by my house on the way home and I’ll come back in with you. I don’t like you coming back into an empty house by yourself.”

“Jeez, what are you? Her father?” He turned towards Matt. “I’ll get her back in one piece, Buster.”

“See that you do, Shamus.” (Shamus is a nickname for a private detective.) “Everybody’s thinks he’s a wise guy. Come on, Toots. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.” Intent on having the last word, Neff strode down the hallway and, throwing open the front door, made for his car which was . . . a 1963 fire engine red Avanti with white detailing and lots and lots of mid-century polished chrome.

I caught my breath. I love beautiful things and this Avanti was made when America knew how to make great cars.

She had a white leather interior with red piping, red carpet and a red dashboard. To make a final statement, she had whitewall tires. She was so clean it looked like she had just come off the assembly line.

Fewer than five thousand Avantis were made in 1963. They were the first cars to offer disc brakes and a fiberglass body. This was the same type of fiberglass that had been used for panels on the Chevrolet Corvette in 1953.

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