By Miranda Bliss
Cooking type is again in consultation for top friends-and someday sleuths-Annie and Eve. yet this time, Annie reveals herself at the teacher's part of the slicing board, assisting out in the course of a bar nutrients cooking type at D.C.'s most recent hotspot, Bellywasher's. And her ally, Eve, is in additional scorching water than ever-as the leading suspect in a student's homicide.
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We want you to do your detective magic," she said. "After everything Eve has told me about you, I know you can investigate anything. " Yeah, I must be. Because right about then, I was wondering what I'd just gotten myself into. *** QI CAN'T CALL WHAT I HAD A PLAN. NOT EXACTLY, anyway. It was more of a planette, the germ of an idea that might--or might not--get us someplace. Not that I knew where we were headed. 51 Or what we would do when we got there. No matter. I had made a promise, and I never go back on my word.
I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the far side of the kitchen, up against the walk-in cooler where no one could hear us. " Jim kissed my cheek. " I would have laughed if he was kidding. "No chance of them leaving anytime soon, huh? " Jim sighed. "Fi's husband calls. Ten, maybe twelve times a day. She refuses to pick up the phone. Then again, it's a wonder anyone can hear her phone ringing at all. Between her bawling and those horrid children . " A shiver snaked over his broad shoulders. "I'm not getting a wink of sleep.
Since Jim was a practical guy, I knew he'd appreciate seeing the incident from this perspective. "If it wasn't for Kegan . " I stopped to consider this, and when I did, my stomach went cold. The next second, I smiled. When it came to Kegan, there really was more there than met the eye. For all his bashfulness, he really came through in a pinch. If Kegan hadn't jumped into action . . If that can of antistatic spray really had been punctured . . If the fumes had ignited in the heat from the stove .