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With a gulp, Rachel swallowed cookie. “What is it? What do you remember?”
My cup rattled as I set it on the saucer. Although we were the only two in the café, I lowered my voice to a whisper. “She had something in her hand, holding it tight for bloody murder.”
She wiped crumbs from her lips, her eyes wide. “Holding what?”
I huffed. “I couldn’t exactly pry it from her fingers for inspection, could I?
She grimaced. “It wouldn’t surprise me. You forget I’ve seen you…”
I cut off any reminders of my past indiscretions. “In any case, Sergeant Logan’s squad car was just turning the corner.”
She held up two fingers, our old schoolgirl symbol for hunk on radar. “You mean Sergeant Recently Single?”
I swatted her hand. “Stop it. We’re too old for such shenanigans. Besides, I have no interest in Sergeant Logan, or anyone else for that matter.”
An exasperated sigh escaped her. “Not all of us have sworn off men forever. Just because Nick turned out to be a bum.”
I slanted her a withering glance and hoped she felt the ice. “Enough. It’s a moot point. Now do you want to know what Leticia was holding or not?”
“But you said you didn’t have time to look!” Restless fingers performed a staccato tattoo on the table. “Yes!”
I continued in a calm voice. “I didn’t pry open her hand to look, but I could see a few inches of silver chain hanging from her palm.”
Her lips pursed, highlighting a couple of missed crumbs. “A necklace or bracelet maybe.”
Excitement crept into my tone. “And there was nothing hanging around her neck.”
Light dawned in her gold flecked eyes. “Oooh, her aromatherapy pendant! But she always wore that when she left her house–to protect against—well, I don’t know what.”
“Evil eye, she said.”
A heavy sigh escaped her. “Right. It didn’t work.”
The irony troubled me as well. “Nope.”
“I don’t get it though. Someone grabbed the pendant, and she grabbed it back?”
“Or she yanked it off her own throat.”
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance
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Well done. The plot thickens. Looking forward to more.
It does thicken. Thank you!
Interesting snippet.
Thanks, Cathy.
Now I need to know if she yanked it off herself or grabbed it back! Intriguing snippet and great dialogue — as usual. Love your writing.
I’m glad you like the dialogue, thanks, Jean!
Ok, now I am dying to know why she took the pendant off. And I need to know more about Sergeant Single. Great job!
Thanks for your interest and comment, Tricia.