With Killer Views (A Flamingo Realty Mystery Book 6) by CeeCee James

Author:CeeCee James [James, CeeCee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-03T16:00:00+00:00

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Mom and Dad were still married. Dude. I was about as prepared for that little nugget of news as Chicago was ready for a volcanic eruption. I didn’t even know where to go from here.

It bothered me all night. I tossed and turned, first it was too hot, and then too cold, and then I had to pee. I finally gave up around six and headed downstairs for an extra strong cup of coffee.

Mug in hand, I settled down at the table to scan the internet. Georgie had texted me, just a sweet reminder about the shindig later that day. I wrote her back that I was kind of in a weird mood.

I was surprised when she answered, she must be up early too. Her text made me smile.—Weird means you’re my people! Let’s just have fun and forget about everything.

Maybe it could be fun.

I watched the birds at the feeder and drained the coffee from the mug, not even feeling a bit of enthusiasm to go host the open house on Reeter’s Ridge. Time was ticking away so I dragged myself to the shower. In there, I remembered that I’d be seeing Richie and his date, so I spent a longer than usual amount of time shaving, plucking eyebrows, and applying makeup.

I checked myself in the mirror, actually feeling pretty cute. Then I hobbled out to the car for a planned stop at the bakery. After grabbing some goodies, I drove to the realty office for their huge coffee carafe and then made my way to the Brown house.

I stopped at the fork in the road and placed my little A-shaped Open House sign. The light was weird, with the sun shining in that thin way again, making the shadows appear paler than usual. Was it because we were so high up?

I pulled into the driveway, and sat for a moment, staring at the house as the engine ticked softly. The thought of the ghostly lady in the video made my skin crawl. I remembered the closed door from a few days ago, and every bit of me screamed not to go in there.

I reached into the bakery box for a frosted cookie and took a bite, chewing fast. Sugar always was a good battle weapon against fear.

Let’s get it done. I shoved the rest of the cookie in my mouth, got out, and popped the trunk. With the most unladylike grunt, I hauled out the second Open House sign and propped it at the end of the driveway. I grabbed the cookies and beverage basket. It was a juggle to get everything up the porch, and I was sweating like a hog by the time I ran my card under the key pad. I unlocked the door, half afraid of what I’d find inside this time.

Dim, cave-like light welcomed me. And that funny smell, too. Why were the blinds shut again? I needed to leave a note to remind the realtors to leave the blinds open and the doors shut.

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