Her Boyfriend’s Bones by Jeanne Matthews

Author:Jeanne Matthews
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press
Published: 2013-04-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Nobody had a good word to say about Zenia. Egan had praised Marilita’s allure and Nasos’ charm and Phaedon’s heroism, but said nothing complimentary about Zenia even when she was sitting in the same room with him. Behind her back, he called her malicious. Brakus spread the rumor that she cast the evil eye and Mentor claimed that she poisoned cats, but Stavros’ putdowns were the most poetic and the most damning. Toweringly flawed, a braggart, a snob who wouldn’t condescend to lend a helping hand, a prig with a stone where a heart should be. His criticisms were tempered only by a backhanded retort that she didn’t lie. In Dinah’s book, not lying was a rare virtue. And if “thou shalt not kidnap” and “thou shalt not murder” were also graven on her stone heart, so much the better.

It wasn’t yet five o’clock in the afternoon on what was turning out to be the longest, most grueling day of her life, but she had to keep moving or go mad. She grubbed through her purse with mounting agitation. Where had she put her car keys?

“Aren’t you hungry?” K.D. waltzed into her bedroom without knocking. “I’m starving. Do you think the taverna has opened yet?”

Dinah swore under her breath. K.D. was an albatross. It was too dangerous to leave her behind in the house and too trying to take her along. If only she could be stashed in an airport locker like a piece of baggage and reclaimed when it was convenient.

“There’s cheese and bread and fruit and yogurt here.”

“Alcina and I ate most of the cheese and bread for lunch. We have to eat something. We don’t want to show up on Zenia’s doorstep and faint from hunger.”

“Don’t worry about it. You won’t be going with me.”

“But Alcina went to the farmhouse to spend the night with Yannis. You’re not going to leave me here by myself, are you?”

Dinah pondered her options. She could drop her off at the taverna for the duration of the evening, ask Mentor if he would babysit, or duct tape her mouth closed and take her along. She said, “Let’s see if we can scrounge up something here.”

Downstairs, she opened the refrigerator and shifted various cartons around. She hadn’t eaten all day, but she didn’t think she could choke down a bite. Her throat felt tight and the ticking of the clock weighed on her. It would be dark in another three hours and the thought of Thor in the wrong hands roiled her stomach.

She could scramble some eggs and somewhere in the cupboard was a package of Greek doughnut holes drizzled with honey, which Thor had bought to satisfy her sweet tooth. Absent-mindedly, she buttered a sauté pan and started cracking eggs in a bowl.

K.D. found a chunk of cheese and grated it into the eggs, and sat down at the table with a bowl of grapes. “It’s strange the house doesn’t have a real dining room. Do you think Marilita cooked in here?”

Dinah looked up from her egg-beating.

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