CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
“Welcome,” Linda smiled, pouring mint-fragranced tea from a high-gloss three-quart tea kettle. She nodded to the kitchen chairs and motioned a tray of cookies and crackers on the counter. Rey grabbed it, placed it on the table, and took a seat.
I glanced out the window as I sat, noticing rain had started to stream. “At 12:30, this really couldn’t wait?”
“Of course not.” Rey bit into a no-name ginger cookie. She eyed it critically for several seconds, then jammed the remainder in her mouth and eyed Cash. “So? Spill.”
He smiled smugly and spooned manuka honey into his mug of tea. “There’s not that much to spill, but I did find out a few facts about your dead stalkee.”
We leaned forward like eager gamblers watching a spinning roulette casino wheel.
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