Death of a Sales Rep: Gotcha Detective Agency Mystery, #3 by Jamie Lee Scott

Author:Jamie Lee Scott
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jamie Lee Scott

Chapter Eight

The morning started off fairly well for Anthony. His booth was busy with visitors and many buyers and lookers took his business cards, but only a few were given his brochures. Anthony is a smart businessman, and he only gives his brochures to serious buyers who are willing to trade business information. If they want a brochure, they give him their contact information. Follow up is so important, and brochures are expensive, so he can’t afford to hand them out freely.

About an hour after the show opened, I could feel some frustration emanating from Anthony. Even though traffic was good, the sales were not. The tension between Charles and Anthony had become palpable. I figured this would be a good time to implement our investigative plan of attack.

I was about to announce my trip to the bathroom when Eva arrived. Just the person I wanted to see. Not.

“Eva, so nice to see you this morning,” I said, smiling.

“You too, Mimi. I hope Nick didn’t wake you up when he got in last night.” There was something in her tone that made me think there was more to this.

“No, as a matter of fact, he was asleep when I got back to the room.”

“Wow, you are a night owl. Not Nick, he fell asleep at my place, and it wasn’t even that late.” She looked over at Nick. “But it wasn’t early either, now was it?”

Nick’s cheeks flamed. “Thanks for the ride home. I know it was late.”

“Well, he must have slept well, because he was wide awake and in a mood when I climbed into bed.” Take that!

I wanted to vomit all over Eva’s pretty silk blouse. I looked her up and down, and was pretty sure she hadn’t been dressed so nice the day before. More cleavage and more leg. Definitely more leg, since she was wearing a skirt today. But her face wasn’t quite so smug now.

“Isn’t it hard to chase down the bad guys in a mini skirt and heels?” Charles to the rescue.

“I try not to do much chasing. And when I do, let me tell you, I can run like a mad woman barefooted. Just kick these babies off and call me FloJo.” Eva kicked up her heel.

Flojo? How old was this woman?

“There’s a cop show I’d like to see.” I couldn’t tell if Charles was being facetious or not.

Under my breath, I said, “FloJo is dead.” Then I looked up and said to myself, “Sorry, FloJo, I really liked you.”

“I’m going to leave you three to sell your hearts out,” Nick said. “I’ll probably be leaving this afternoon, so I’ll see you back in Salinas.”

“Leaving so soon?” Charles sounded miffed.

“Not much for me to do here. The booth is set up, and I’m definitely not a salesman. Besides, with me here the booth is a bit overcrowded.” Nick walked off with Eva, who looked over her shoulder and waved, then slipped her arm in Nick’s.

“That biddy,” I fumed. “I hate her.”

“Relax, you don’t even know her,” Charles said.

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