No Gravestone Left Unturned by Showalter Gena & Monroe Jill

Author:Showalter, Gena & Monroe, Jill [Showalter, Gena & Monroe, Jill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Mystery, Contemporary, Adult
Amazon: B09KPZHRT2
Goodreads: 59534350
Publisher: Author Talk Media LLC
Published: 2022-03-28T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

“Meet your next fixer upper!”

Diamond City, Nevada - Diamond in the Rough Party

4 Matches Made!

Jane fell asleep two minutes after staggering into her bedroom. That meant no blueberry pancakes for her, dang it. Not even plain pancakes. No trip to the city with Conrad. No confrontation with Blake. And she still hadn’t checked the photos she’d taken at the Gold Fever! exhibit.

On the plus side, she’d learned Beau completed his search of the grounds and he’d never found planted evidence. She must have stopped the Kirklands before they completed their mission. Also on the plus side, Fiona had given her the biggest hug.

Now, however, it was time to rise. With a groan, Jane eased into an upright position on her four-poster bed. Sunlight bathed into her small, somewhat cluttered room, filtering through a window draped by thin, light purple curtains. A cat hammock kept those curtains parted twenty-four seven, allowing Rolex to peer out any time he pleased.

Speaking of, her precious sat on the gorgeous patchwork quilt, crafted with love in shades of lilac, violet and lavender, and licked his belly, a leg extended into the air.

“I’m not gonna draw you like one of my French girls,” she teased, scratching him behind the ears. “Did our guests leave?” The house struck her as eerily quiet.

Her phone lit up on the antique nightstand, next to a stack of hats, signaling a new text, but the device emitted no sounds. Ugh. The thing was only a few years old. If she had to fork over a single cent to buy another one, she was gonna be so mad.

She leaned over to swipe up the device and frowned. There were three texts from Tiffany.

Mrs. Hots PMS: Don’t forget! My house, Saturday. 7:00 pm.

Oh wow. Okay. Until this moment, Jane hadn’t realized giving someone a title of ‘Possible Murder Suspect’ would also reference premenstrual syndrome. She made a quick adjustment, deleting the PMS.

Anyway. There was a picture attached to the message. An admittingly cute selfie of Tiffany and Jake. She smiled at the camera while he kissed her cheek, locks of her dark, shoulder length hair mixing with his lighter strands and streaking over his freshly shaven jaw.

How adorable would Conrad look with Jane’s long mane hanging over him?

Focus! Right. She read on.

Mrs. Hots: You’re still coming, right?

Mrs. Hots: If you’re planning to blow me off, just tell me.

Had Jane been this irritating when she’d texted and called while under the influence of the thorn apple? Because yikes! Tiffany sure was eager to make this dinner happen. Too eager for an apology dinner, perhaps? In books and movies, most people tried to cancel those.

Yeah, this was suspicious. Definitely. Could it be a set-up of some sort? Tiffany and Abigail were super close; the best of friends since elementary school. They must hope to use this dinner to draw Jane out of the house, allowing the Kirklands to come back and finish whatever they’d attempted to do. Probably with Robby in tow.

Well, then. The trio had a big surprise coming.

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