Murder Vows (Storage Ghost Murders Book 4) by Gillian Larkin Read Free Book Online
Authors: Gillian Larkin
waitress. It was a deep, growly kind of
voice that smokers sometimes have. Gordon asked if he could have the all-day
breakfast. The waitress agreed that he could.
Grace
glanced across the road again. Pearl was giving her a look as if to say, ‘Get
on with it!’
Grace
thought of something. She turned in her seat, a smile ready.
“What
can I get you?” the waitress interrupted.
Grace
held her smile in place. “I’d like a corned beef, sausage and fried egg
sandwich, to go, please. With tomato ketchup.”
The
waitress looked bored as she wrote it down. “These tables are for customers who
are eating in only. You can wait for your takeout at the counter.”
Grace
had no intention of moving away. She politely said, “I’ll have a cup of tea
whilst I’m waiting.”
There
was a tut from the waitress. “It won’t take that long.”
“I’ll
still have a cup of tea. Thank you,” Grace said. The waitress didn’t move.
Grace added, “Milk, no sugar. Thanks.”
The
waitress rolled her eyes and shuffled away.
There
was a deep laugh behind her. Grace looked around. Gordon West was grinning at
her. He said, “Talk about service without a smile!”
Grace
nodded and returned his smile. This was perfect! He’d made the first move. All
she had to do now was add some comment and then talk about having some building
problems at the shop. He’d offer to have a look and ...
All
her thoughts stopped as someone walked into the cafe.
Chapter 12
It
was like something from a film. The woman appeared to glide into the cafe in
soft focus. Everything about her was perfect, from her professionally styled
wavy hair down to her designer shoes. She must have been in her late fifties or
early sixties even, but her make-up gave her an attractive youthful glow. The
smile on her face was genuine and she seemed unaware of the attention she was
gaining from everyone in the cafe.
Grace
blinked. Was she a film star? Some sort of celebrity? If she wasn’t then she
should be. The woman glanced at Grace and gave her a friendly nod, her eyes
twinkled. Grace couldn’t help but nod back as if they were friends. The woman
walked past Grace and towards the corner table. Everyone else in the cafe was
staring at the woman so Grace turned around and did the same.
Gordon
West was also staring at the vision, admiration and love shone from his eyes.
He stood up as the woman approached, he opened his arms
They
knew each other?
The
woman laughed and walked into Gordon’s embrace. They hugged and the woman laid
her head on Gordon’s shoulder. Then she stood back a little and looked into his
eyes. She said, “Have you been smoking today? I can’t smell anything but you’ve
tricked me before!”
Gordon
let out a boom of a laugh. Grace heard tea-cups rattle. Gordon said, “As if I
could trick you! How long have we been married?”
Married?
Grace
tried to remember the name of Gordon’s wife. She looked over to the ghostly
bookends across the road. They had seen the woman in the cafe. Archie was
pointing and mouthing a name.
Sylvia!
That was it. Didn’t Archie say she used to be a model? That would explain her
poise and elegance. Well, fancy that. Grace reckoned Gordon West had done well
for himself.
Gordon
pulled a chair out for Sylvia and she lowered herself gracefully. Grace
suddenly realised that she was still staring rudely at the couple. She turned
away. She’d picked a good place to sit, hopefully she’d be able to hear
everything.
Sylvia
spoke first, “Now, tell me how your day is going? More importantly, how is
Jessie doing? Have you heard from her? This is going to be a difficult week for
her.”
Gordon
replied, “She’s tough, she’ll deal with it. You worry too much.”
“I
have to worry! It’s my job. Jessie needs to show her emotions more, she keeps
everything bottled up. I’ve told her she can talk to me any time but she never
does. She’s like a female version of you!”
“Just
let her be, you can’t
voice that smokers sometimes have. Gordon asked if he could have the all-day
breakfast. The waitress agreed that he could.
Grace
glanced across the road again. Pearl was giving her a look as if to say, ‘Get
on with it!’
Grace
thought of something. She turned in her seat, a smile ready.
“What
can I get you?” the waitress interrupted.
Grace
held her smile in place. “I’d like a corned beef, sausage and fried egg
sandwich, to go, please. With tomato ketchup.”
The
waitress looked bored as she wrote it down. “These tables are for customers who
are eating in only. You can wait for your takeout at the counter.”
Grace
had no intention of moving away. She politely said, “I’ll have a cup of tea
whilst I’m waiting.”
There
was a tut from the waitress. “It won’t take that long.”
“I’ll
still have a cup of tea. Thank you,” Grace said. The waitress didn’t move.
Grace added, “Milk, no sugar. Thanks.”
The
waitress rolled her eyes and shuffled away.
There
was a deep laugh behind her. Grace looked around. Gordon West was grinning at
her. He said, “Talk about service without a smile!”
Grace
nodded and returned his smile. This was perfect! He’d made the first move. All
she had to do now was add some comment and then talk about having some building
problems at the shop. He’d offer to have a look and ...
All
her thoughts stopped as someone walked into the cafe.
Chapter 12
It
was like something from a film. The woman appeared to glide into the cafe in
soft focus. Everything about her was perfect, from her professionally styled
wavy hair down to her designer shoes. She must have been in her late fifties or
early sixties even, but her make-up gave her an attractive youthful glow. The
smile on her face was genuine and she seemed unaware of the attention she was
gaining from everyone in the cafe.
Grace
blinked. Was she a film star? Some sort of celebrity? If she wasn’t then she
should be. The woman glanced at Grace and gave her a friendly nod, her eyes
twinkled. Grace couldn’t help but nod back as if they were friends. The woman
walked past Grace and towards the corner table. Everyone else in the cafe was
staring at the woman so Grace turned around and did the same.
Gordon
West was also staring at the vision, admiration and love shone from his eyes.
He stood up as the woman approached, he opened his arms
They
knew each other?
The
woman laughed and walked into Gordon’s embrace. They hugged and the woman laid
her head on Gordon’s shoulder. Then she stood back a little and looked into his
eyes. She said, “Have you been smoking today? I can’t smell anything but you’ve
tricked me before!”
Gordon
let out a boom of a laugh. Grace heard tea-cups rattle. Gordon said, “As if I
could trick you! How long have we been married?”
Married?
Grace
tried to remember the name of Gordon’s wife. She looked over to the ghostly
bookends across the road. They had seen the woman in the cafe. Archie was
pointing and mouthing a name.
Sylvia!
That was it. Didn’t Archie say she used to be a model? That would explain her
poise and elegance. Well, fancy that. Grace reckoned Gordon West had done well
for himself.
Gordon
pulled a chair out for Sylvia and she lowered herself gracefully. Grace
suddenly realised that she was still staring rudely at the couple. She turned
away. She’d picked a good place to sit, hopefully she’d be able to hear
everything.
Sylvia
spoke first, “Now, tell me how your day is going? More importantly, how is
Jessie doing? Have you heard from her? This is going to be a difficult week for
her.”
Gordon
replied, “She’s tough, she’ll deal with it. You worry too much.”
“I
have to worry! It’s my job. Jessie needs to show her emotions more, she keeps
everything bottled up. I’ve told her she can talk to me any time but she never
does. She’s like a female version of you!”
“Just
let her be, you can’t