âYou got to realize that the Plantation Club might be all proper decorum on the outside, but underneath itâs pretty much the Wild West show and last-man-standing mentality.â She expertly caught a drip of sauce with her tongue. âDid you happen to find Mercedesâs mystery man?â
âHe was that guy at the funeral in the cowboy hat. He nearly ran me over in the parking lot with his white pickup.â
KiKi stopped the rib bone halfway to her mouth. âBuilt like a fireplug? Mustache? Crazy eyes?â
âOne of your dance students?â
âAngie Gilbertâs husband. Sheâs my canasta partner and sheâs a nurse. She used to visit Conway at his house and give him B-12 shots and a little personal attention to rev up his heart, if you get my drift.â
I licked sauce off my pinky. âWell, the old boy saw fit to kill Conway a second time; do you think he has it in him to do the deed the first time?â
KiKi shook her head. âHe was out of town, a flight to New York. He goes every other week like clockwork. Angie timed her B-12 visits that way.â
âHe could have doubled back.â
âItâs a 747, honey, not a Honda.â
The stalker event killed my appetite. It was a rotten ending to a rotten day when even Wallsâ didnât look good to me. I packed up the greens and ribs for later.
âAre you okay?â KiKi asked with a hint of concern.
âToo many windmill cookies, is all. So,â I added fast, to keep KiKi from asking more questions, âthat takes Angieâshusband off the table for killing Conway, and Mason Dixon doesnât fit either. Why would Dixon kill the guy who was paying him off? The gold-digger sisters were angry with Conway and Boone, but murderâs a big leap. Tucker hated his dad, but why kill him? Just donât return his phone calls and donât invite him for Thanksgiving dinner. Any other gossip floating around?â
Auntie KiKi slurped her martini, the perfect accompaniment to ribs or in KiKiâs opinion anything else. âSome guy is trying to buy the Tybee Post Theater, and no oneâs much liking the idea.â
âThatâs Grayden Russell; heâs staying at the Old Harbor Inn. I met up with Steffy Lou Adkins in the little girlsâ room at the Slumber, and she said Russell was after Boone.â
âSteffy Lou and you chatting it up?â
âShe liked my purse.â
KiKi snagged a napkin, mopped herself up, and then finished off her martini. âYou know, I havenât been to the Old Harbor Inn in years, and this Russell person seems to be sittinâ right in the middle of all this mess.â
âThatâs a stretch.â
âHoney, all we got is stretch. I hear tell the inn serves up a mighty fine breakfast.â
âBreakfast there is only if you bed there.â
âWeâll improvise. Mess up your hair, wear your bunny slippers, and dream up a room number. Iâll have the Batmobile fueled up and ready to fly at eightsharp.â
Chapter Seven
âW HAT do you mean, KiKi canât make it?â I said to Chantilly, both of us not quite awake, which was proven by the fact that we were staring blankly into my empty refrigerator at seven thirty in the morning.
âThatâs why Iâm here,â Chantilly said. âKiKi is having an attack of tummyitis and wants me to fill in even though I didnât get to bed till after two from catering the Adkins wake, and why donât you ever have food in this house?â
âI have SpaghettiOs and hot dogs.â
Chantilly stifled a burp. âKiKi said something about breakfast at the Old Harbor Inn. I thought you had to bed at the inn to breakfast there.â
âYou do; KiKi and I were going to breakfast-crash.â I gave Chantilly a hard look, as what she had just said about KiKi started to sink in. âA tummy problem? Well, that explainswhy I canât
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