A Gift of Bones by Carolyn Haines

A Gift of Bones by Carolyn Haines

Author:Carolyn Haines [Haines, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Cozy Mystery
ISBN: 1250193621
Google: mntJDwAAQBAJ
Amazon: 1250193621
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2018-10-15T13:00:00+00:00


Tinkie and I bellied up to the bar at the roadhouse and I ordered Jack Daniel’s on the rocks. Tinkie opted for the same. Best to keep the drink orders easy and simple. We’d left the pups and cat in the car, snuggled into a warm comforter. We wouldn’t be long in Odell’s, but we needed to meet with Cece.

Tinkie was what a lot of men considered “fun sized” because she was petite, so I kept a wary eye out for anyone who might give us trouble. Normally no one had an interest in us, but we were strangers in this bar, and it was a lively place with pool tables, loud music on the juke-box, and more single men than women. We sipped our drinks and huddled together, talking about the case.

“Where did you go, Sarah Booth?” Tinkie asked. “You acted like you were lost.”

How I wanted to tell her about Jitty and Uncle Drosselmeyer. But I couldn’t. Jitty’s lecture on believing in my own abilities had given me renewed hope that I desperately wanted to share with Tinkie, but how to explain that I was haunted by a woman dead for one hundred and fifty years who’d appeared as a fictional character from a Russian ballet. It was impossible to explain. So I told a half truth. “I thought I heard something in the woods and I got turned around.”

“That strip of woods is only about forty yards wide.” Tinkie didn’t believe a word of what I was saying.

I shrugged. “I don’t know how it happened. I’m just glad we’re back in civilization.”

“That’s a questionable assertion.” Tinkie tucked in closer to me as a big guy stopped at her elbow.

“Care to dance, ma’am?” he asked.

I nudged her. “Go on and dance. It’ll help pass the time.”

She cast a murderous glare at me and headed to the dance floor. It was a quick two-step and the man was a fine dancer. In a moment, Tinkie’s reservations had blown out the front door and she was having the time of her life. Any woman knows a strong lead makes dancing fun. This guy was good at leading and Tinkie was light on her feet. He had her spinning, whirling, and moving from the dancer’s frame to side-by-side and back. They were fun to watch.

“Ma’am, would you like to dance?” I looked up to find a green-eyed cowboy holding out his hand.

“Sure. I’m not as good a dancer as my friend, but I do like to dance.”

We hit the floor and in a moment the fast pace of the song had all of my concentration on not stomping his feet. At the end of the tune, our partners returned us to the bar with a gentlemanly “thank you.”

We danced three songs before the door of the bar swung open and a face I recognized entered the establishment. Two faces. Curtis and Matilda Bromley took one look at us and froze like ’possums in the headlights of a car. It wasn’t just that they hadn’t expected to see us—it was something else.


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