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Category:
Mystery/Suspense
Publisher: Plane View Books
Type: Fiction
Pages: 210
Copyright: Dec. 10, 2016
ISBN-13: 9781541018907
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
A relaxing vacation turns out to be just the opposite for Zukie and Lou in the eighth mystery in the series...
Most people would jump at the chance of a free, relaxing vacation on a picturesque island, but not Zukie Merlino, to whom 'rest' is a four-letter word. Her mood improves, however, when there's a death at the rustic inn where she's a reluctant guest. Despite the best efforts of her cousin Lou and the local law enforcement officers, Zukie is soon hot on the trail of a murderer, a task that sees her commandeering the inn's kitchen, stealing a boat and getting a lot closer to the great outdoors than she ever anticipated.
Excerpt
Zukie didn’t wait to see Jenny’s reaction to her comment, although she was sure she heard a sharp intake of breath.
Or that might have come from Lou, who took her elbow and said, “Let’s go down to the beach, dear,” in a tone that didn’t invite discussion.
“What was that supposed to mean?” Dorothy asked Zukie’s retreating back.
Zukie might have replied, but Lou was steering her rapidly toward the door and then down the steps.
“Are you out of your ever-loving mind?” he hissed, as they moved away from the inn. “If there’s something weird going on here – like you seem to want to think there is – it’s not a real bright idea to let on that you know anything about it, is it?”
“That Jenny gets on my nerves. So does Hugh, come to think of it, always leering at me.”
“So I gathered. But we’ve still got five days to go, unless you get us thrown out earlier. So it might pay you to get along with them.”
Zukie brightened momentarily, since she hadn’t considered eviction as a way of ending the vacation early and returning to civilization. Then a vision of what Carol would say flashed across her mind, to be followed by Jim’s disapproving frown. You’d think I was six years old and getting scolded, she thought.
“Trouble is, Lou, she was up to something back there in the woods. So was Ralph, I reckon. Maybe the two things weren’t connected, but when the guy’s wife – who was perfectly OK at breakfast – suddenly can’t manage to make a few sandwiches and soup for half a dozen people at lunch … well, what am I supposed to think?”
Lou mulled this statement. “I suppose asking you not to think at all isn’t an option?”
“Nope.”
“God help us.”
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