Get Fluffy by Sparkle Abbey

Author:Sparkle Abbey [Abbey, Sparkle]
Language: ara
Format: epub
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ISBN: 9781611941159
Publisher: BelleBooks, Inc.
Published: 2012-03-02T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

We dashed outside and found a spot for Fluffy to have some privacy under a jacaranda tree behind the church. I pulled out a Doody Bag from my purse and removed all evidence that she’d ever been there.

“Did you notice Mona’s intimate circle of friends didn’t even look at each other?” Darby sounded as if she had suddenly caught a case of the sniffles.

“We should be thankful. Mean and cunning is a dangerous combination.”

I checked her out surreptitiously under my lashes. Yup, she’d been crying. Kindhearted Darby. It was sweet. I didn’t want to embarrass her, so I ignored it.

We found a Dumpster in the back of the parking lot and tossed our obscenely large Fluffy gift inside. I dug out a bottle of hand sanitizer from my bag and squeezed a dollop into my palm.

I’d been watching for Caro since the end of the service, but she must have escaped out a side door. I hadn’t seen the one other person I needed to set straight either.

“Have you seen Tova?” I asked.

“Not since we left the church,” Darby replied.

We doubled back to the front where a group of phony mourners had amassed.

“Let’s drown our sorrows at the Kitty Cat Club,” someone suggested.

For those not in the know, the Kitty Cat Club was the only bar in Laguna where you could catch a drag show on the weekend. Word on the street was the performance was pretty decent.

I was ready to head back to the Jeep, but Fluffy towed me in Cliff’s direction, who was talking on his cell as he trudged toward the parking lot.

“Really? You want to see him?” Fluffy continued to pull on the leash. “Oh, all right.” I couldn’t believe she missed the jerk.

I turned to tell Darby where we were heading, but she was in a deep conversation with Don Furry. Poor guy was probably still upset about the missing ARL donation.

As we approached Mona’s ex, I could hear his side of the conversation.

“I heard you.” Cliff’s words took on a menacing tone. “I don’t have it right now. She didn’t leave me the damn dog.”

I slowed my steps. Fluffy pulled against the leash to walk faster.

“Once I get my hands on that dog I’ll be able to pay you back.” He shoved his hand in his front pocket.

Of course, now he wanted Fluffy. Because he owed someone money? I’d love to know whom he was talking to.

“I just need a couple more days,” he insisted. He swore and hung up.

He whipped around, anger and fear clearly imprinted on his face.

“Hey, Cliff. Nice ceremony. I hope you don’t mind, Fluffy wanted to say hello,” I pretended, as if I hadn’t overheard his conversation.

Fluffy nuzzled his knee, and Cliff absently patted her head. “I want my dog,” he demanded.

Instinctively, I took a step back. “I don’t think so.”

“I have custody every Wednesday.” He wrapped his fingers around the leash. His greedy gaze landed on Fluffy’s collar.

Uh-oh. “That was days ago. You weren’t interested. Besides, you have visitation, not custody.

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