While Sheriff Clayton
Nazzaro waits for Inv. Pepper Black to return from Malcolm Sinclair's book club, he waits for Beth, the waitress at the Lamont Café, to finish her
shift. He wants to continue their conversation on the local hubbub about Malcolm and his group. Beth is also one of the last people to see
Margie Webster alive. The sheriff wants to know if Beth remembers what Margie
was wearing the morning she came in for coffee before the book club’s trip, as
the clothes she was found in did not match the Margie everyone knew.
Meanwhile, Pepper has infiltrated said book club under a false persona of Hazel
Brewster, an acquaintance of Margie. I’m going to include the last few
sentences of where we left off with Pepper (G is for groggy) when she arrived
at Malcolm’s so it doesn’t interrupt the flow of the scene. Pepper starts us
out.
***
Malcolm seemed a bit groggy for only
6:00 PM. It was more like too much cocktail hour rather than not enough
sleep—and damn him for reminding her she hadn’t thought of a name yet. Crap.
She wished she had stopped for a brain jolt of hazelnut espresso at the café
before she showed up.
“I'm Hazel brew … Brewster,” Pepper said. “Hazel Brewster. Hi. Sorry, I'm a bit nervous. Margie Webster told me to meet her here but I don't see her yet."
"Well, Hazel, is it?" Malcolm said, as he sipped his drink in one hand and slid his other hand in the pocket of his silk, amoeba print dinner jacket in stereotypical fashion, "that would be a neat trick wouldn't it--considering she's dead."
“I'm Hazel brew … Brewster,” Pepper said. “Hazel Brewster. Hi. Sorry, I'm a bit nervous. Margie Webster told me to meet her here but I don't see her yet."
"Well, Hazel, is it?" Malcolm said, as he sipped his drink in one hand and slid his other hand in the pocket of his silk, amoeba print dinner jacket in stereotypical fashion, "that would be a neat trick wouldn't it--considering she's dead."
“Dead?” No doubt her reaction was
believable as Pepper didn’t see how Malcolm could have known that yet.
“Oh yes, quite dead,” said a woman
in khaki slacks with a cocktail in her hand, “You haven’t heard?”
Should she fake tears? Nah, that
would be overkill. “No, I hadn’t heard. I just saw Margie last week.” Which
wasn’t a lie, Pepper had seen her—she just wasn't alive at the time.
“Yes
about that,” Malcolm said. He handed off his empty glass to a waiter as he
passed with a tray then sat down at a patio table made of drift wood. He indicated
for Pepper to take a seat. Two other women automatically did the same. “How is
it that Margie said she would meet you here tonight?”
Pepper
had to watch her step. The least amount of details the better. “I saw her at
McCormick’s, you know the boat rental place. She was reading Hemingway. We
discussed a couple authors. Margie said I should come to the book club next
time you met.” Was that ambiguous enough, she wondered?
“And
how do you know we were meeting tonight?” asked Malcolm. He leaned over, his
chin on his hands, resting his elbows on the table. “Hum?”
Think
quick Pepper and don’t blow it. Wait. She had it. “Beth at the diner heard. She
told me, so here I am.”
Malcolm
leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette. He inhaled deep, held it, and let
it out toward Khaki pants’ face. “So, you didn’t call her tonight to see if she
was coming before you drove here?”
The
two women giggled. Giggled—for pity sake—time to take the offensive. “Well had
I known she was dead, I wouldn’t have bothered. It’s not like we were the best
of friends. I just knew from going into McCormick’s.”
“Oh
do you sail, Hazel?” said the other woman not in Khakis. “I do so love to
sail.”
“Sail?
Me? No, I don’t,” said Pepper. Not to smart. She’d been in farm country too long
already. She lost her undercover edge. What a stupid slip up. Think Pepper, think. “Fishing.
I love fishing. Relaxing you know? I get my gear there.”
“Well,
Miss Brewster, you and I will have to go together sometime,” Malcolm said. He
grinned and butt his cigarette out in the ashtray.
“Love
to,” Pepper said. By the jealous look
on Khaki and non-Khaki’s faces, the two women did not care for her consent to Malcolm’s
offer. Now all Pepper had to do was get the sheriff to give her a crash course
on how to fish.
***
Today's word – J is for Jealous - is brought to you by Ron
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This post is part of April's Blogging From
A-Z Challenge and Camp NaNoWriMo. The rest of the A-Z bloggers
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tomorrow!
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ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your post. :)
ReplyDeleteWatch out Pepper! I'm afraid Malcolm already knows who you are.
ReplyDeleteInteresting story. Just starting now, so thanks for the recap. Also, thank you for your support of the Letter I at my site.
ReplyDeleteRe-caps are a must this month, but I certainly have something to go back to read come May!
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