Molly Grey 04- The mystery of the missing bride by Donna Doyle

Author:Donna Doyle [Doyle, Donna]
Language: spa
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Antonio Pasqualini

Glondale Road 34

7654 Boulder Valley

0547-2317953

Accounting and taxation

IRS Problem resolution

Estates and trusts

Business formation

Real estate.

Trust is the name of the game

Antonio Pasqualini?

That must be Deborah's Smythe's accountant. Molly Gertrude, while leaning with one hand on the wall, stepped down from the kitchen stool with some difficulty. She safely made it down. Dora would not have to get angry.

She walked over to her purse, and pulled out a small note pad. This was an address that she should hang on to. Mr. Pasqualini surely would be able to shed more light on this situation.

Had there been money in the safe? And if Deborah had run off, then why was her bedroom in such a state of disarray?

Questions, questions, questions, but Molly Gertrude was determined to find all the appropriate answers, and Lord willing, she would need to find them soon.

She took one last look at the place, but had seen enough. It was time to go back. Surely, Deborah would not object to her using the home phone, and thus Molly Gertrude picked up the phone and dialed the number of Buster's Safe Speeding.

Minutes later she opened the front door and waved with the key to Gregory Goldenrod who was just watering a rosebush near the gate.

"Gregory…, thank you! Would you mind placing the key back under the flower pot?"

Gregory stared at her for a moment and scratched his head. He waved back and nodded. "Did you find anything?" he shouted over the lawn.

Molly Gertrude shrugged her shoulders. "Not really." She did not feel like telling the man anything. At this stage nothing was very clear.

She walked over to him on the garden path and handed him the key.

"Thank you, Gregory, you have been most helpful. Have a good day."

At that moment another yellow Mercedes came to a halt before the gate. Molly Gertrude smiled. "My taxi," she said, and she stepped out the gate. Gregory Goldenrod's eyes widened as Molly Gertrude climbed into the cab and she gave him a small, little wave, until they disappeared around the corner.

This time she wasn't driven by Gopal Gupta, but by a rather chubby man. Judging by the bulk of the man, which more than filled the driver's seat and the big bag of potato chips, strategically positioned next to him on the dashboard, Molly Gertrude figured that the man's motto, contrary to any medical advice, was eat more, exercise less. "

But he knew how to drive and within record speed, he safely delivered Molly Gertrude at her house.

About half an hour later, Digby and Dora arrived near Marquasy Quedell Avenue.

"What now?" Dora asked, not wanting to do anything rash.

Digby licked his lips and scanned the street before them. Then he let out a victorious little cry. "You see… there…" He pointed into the street, and there, squeezed in between a tree and a minivan, stood a shiny, white BMW. The license plate read 648-TBH."

"We were right," he whispered. "Bloomsteyn is paying his ex-wife a visit."

"What now?" Dora could hardly get the words out of her mouth as her heart began to beat a little faster.

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