Authors: Christine Gentry
Tags: #Fiction / Mystery & Detective / General
“I'm telling you this pile of junk will never make it to the Arrowhead,” he griped.
Ansel dug through her purse and noticed the envelope she'd addressed to Karen Capos. She'd tucked in the check from Gunther Osgoode and a brief note explaining that the money came from the last items sold from Nick's fossil collection. About fifty dollars. If Karen cashed it. The check had been saturated with urine. And it smelled. Somehow that made sending the money to Karen quite appropriate. She'd mail it on the way to the ranch.
“We'll get there. You worry too much, Dorbandt.”
She pulled out her leather cord, threaded it through her Iniskim and hooked the clasp behind her neck. The stone fell into the crook of her throat. It felt wonderful. She grinned from ear to ear as the truck jolted down the drive.
“If we're going to lunch with your friends, I'd appreciate it if you'd call me Reid.”
“Okay, I'll try, but I don't think of you as a Reid.”
“Try real hard,” Dorbandt said.
“Gee, I can't wait to introduce you to my friends.” A sly grin covered her face.
Dorbandt glanced at her suspiciously. “I'm kind of curious about them myself.”
“I have a really close friend that can't wait to meet you.”
“Who's that?”
Ansel giggled. “Cute little devil. His name is Freddy Wing.”
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