Last Fairytale, The by Greene Molly

Author:Greene, Molly [Greene, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction, Contemporary Women, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Mystery, Cozy, Women Sleuths, Contemporary Fiction, Detective
Amazon: B00GXF9BRO
Goodreads: 23269434
Publisher: Molly Greene
Published: 2013-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

They left Bree’s car in the parking garage. Taylor drove to the Fairmont, where they left the sedan with a valet and were seated in the main dining room for tea.

Vonnegon was charming and attentive. Bree felt comfortable in his presence. She told him about her sister’s family and her experience among the homeless.

He told her a bit about his childhood.

“Why did you go to a British boarding school,” Bree asked, “with so many great private schools in the city?”

“My father decreed it. So I went abroad for a while.”

“How did your mother feel about that?”

“My parents lived apart by then. My father retained primary custody of me, so he made the rules.”

“That must have been sad for your mom.”

“Beyond sad,” he replied. “We were close. But we found ways to stay connected.”

“Are they still alive?”

“My father died about four years ago, just after he handed over the reins of the company to me. Actually, it was his illness that made him step down.”

“And your mother?”

“She’s alive, yes.”

“And are you still close?”

“Very,” Vonnegon replied. “Now I insist that you try the strawberry tart. The flavor is amazing.” He used tongs to move the pastry from the serving tray to her plate. “More coffee? I’m disappointed you didn’t join me in the tea service, it’s the best this side of the Atlantic.”

“A taste you picked up in jolly old England?”

“One of them.”

Bree was about to ask what else he’d taken an affinity to when his cell rang.

“Drat. I apologize,” he said. “I thought I’d turned that off.” He pulled the phone from his pocket. “And of course, it’s a call I must take. Please excuse me, I’ll handle this out in front so you won’t be disturbed.”

He answered quietly with a simple, “Taylor Vonnegon, please hold for just a moment,” then rose with the phone cupped in his hand and strode through the open door and into the lobby.

Bree cut a wedge from the flaky tart. Mmmm. He was right, it was heavenly. She was wondering if the hotel shared their recipes when her own phone beeped. By the time she’d fished it from her purse, the call had gone to voice mail.

She checked the display. It was Genny, probably calling to hear if she’d made any headway. She’d call back when she got home. There would be plenty of time to catch her up on the conversation later.

Right now was the perfect opportunity for a trip to the ladies’ room. She beckoned to the waiter and asked directions, then followed Taylor’s path into the vestibule. He was gone. She went to the washroom.

A few minutes later she emerged, but misjudged the route and made a wrong turn into a back hallway. Vonnegon was ten feet away, leaning against the wall with the phone to his ear.

Bree tiptoed forward. She was about to tap him on the shoulder when she froze, arm outstretched.

“I’ll take care of it myself this time.” His voice carried a cruel thread. “I will not stand for this.

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