nice,â Nick said. He flashed me a smile that, had it reflected off a tin roof, could have put someoneâs eyes out. âWeâre the Papadopouluses, by the way.â
âWeâll meet you there,â Irena snapped.
I got my petite patootie out of there before she changed her mind.
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I had parked along the seawall, so I took the opportunity to enjoy the view while I called for backup. I may act foolishly from time to time, but Iwasnât about to dine unchaperoned with two strangers from the Big Apple, especially since one of them was so hostile. With my luck, theyâd slip me a Mickey, then pretend I was drunk so they could carry me out, and then the next thing Iâd know, Iâd find myself in the harem of a third-world potentate.
My friend and colleague, Bob Steuben, picked up on the first ring. âThe Finer Things,â he said, referring to the name of the antique store he co-owns with his partner Rob.
âBob, darling, what are you doing about lunch today?â
âHi Abby. Well, I brought in some smoked emu salad sandwiches, two dozen deviled quail eggs, and a rhubarb tort.â He was serious.
âSounds yummy.â I was not serious. âHow about I treat you to lunch at Slightly North of Broad?â
I must have been speaking louder than usual, or Rob has exceptional hearing. There was a brief scuffle while he managed to get the phone away from Bob.
âDoes that invitation include me?â
âDefinitely.â
âThen weâre on.â
âBut what about the lunch I made?â I heard Bob whine in the background.
âWe can give it to C.J., canât we, Abby?â
âWell, she does eat everything,â I whispered, so Bob wouldnât hear. The man considers himself a gourmet, and I suppose he is, but neither Rob nor I can stomach some of his concoctions.
âAbby says thatâs a great idea,â Rob said, with more emphasis on my name than was needed.
There was a good deal of conversation that I couldnât decipher, and then Bob got on the phone again. âItâs not that Iâm unappreciative, Abby, but I wish youâd give me more warning. Do you know how hard it was to peel those quail eggs?â
âIâm sure it was a pain. So, are we on?â
He sighed. âAll right. What time?â
âNoon. But there is a condition I havenât yet explained.â
âWhich is?â
âYou two are not going to sit with me.â
âI donât understand.â
âItâs a long story, dear, which Iâll tell you some other time. But basically I want you two to just keep an eye on me.â
âAnd who else?â
âAlways the perceptive one, arenât you? Itâs this couple from New York.â
âAbby, I smell a rat.â
The phone on the other end of the line changedhands again. âI smell Bobâs lunch. Abby, out with it. Are you working on another case?â
âWhat makes you say that?â
âWe heard about the murder. Wynnellâs lawyer called us. He wanted to know if we were willing to be character witnesses. I said of course, but that I thought the whole thing silly, because she isnât capable of killing anyone.â
âYou said it.â
âAbby, I thought you promised Greg you werenât going to do any more sleuthing. The last time, you almost got yourself killed.â
âWynnellâs my best friend, Robâwell, except for you two. Besides, what he doesnât know wonât hurt him.â
âYeah, right.â If Rob wasnât careful, his sarcasm was going to drip all over his Ferragamo shoes
âI wouldnât be calling the kettle black, dear. How many times have you pretended to eat Bobâs cooking, but somehow managed to dispose of the food by other means?â
âTouché. But promise me you arenât going to take any unnecessary risksâoh what the heck, thereâs no