Tea Cups and Carnage. Lynn Cahoon
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following Ivy. “You can’t control them and you can’t kill them.”
I sank back into my chair as I watched Kathi leave the winery. Greg was still standing. I put my hand on his arm. “You staying?”
“Just wondering if I should go out there and make sure there’s no cat fight.” The door to the tasting room was open and I could see Ivy and Kathi walking toward the road.
“Looks like they’re taking it somewhere private. Watching those two makes me glad I’m an only child.” I patted Greg’s chair. “Sit down and relax a bit. Remember, this is your night off.”
He sat, but kept his gaze on the doorway until the sisters disappeared down the hill. When they did, he focused back on me. “You should know better than that by now. The head detective never really gets a day off as long as we stay in town.”
Matt and Blake returned and I relayed Kathi’s message. Blake took a quick peek at the door then shrugged. “I guess I have two beers then.”
The rest of the evening sped by and we were just about to leave when Greg’s phone buzzed. He looked at the display and mouthed the word “sorry” to me as he walked away from the table.
Darla had joined us and raised an eyebrow. The woman was the local reporter for the Examiner along with owning and running the winery. She was always on the lookout for a good story. “Something going on?”
I feigned indifference. “Not that I know.”
“Not that you’ll tell me.” Darla laughed and leaned into Matt. “We’ve got to go make the last call announcement so people will start paying up and getting out of here. Jill, I’ll see you later?”
Matt followed Darla back to the bar. Alone at the table, I took a sip of my beer. I’d been nursing the second one for over an hour and the liquid had grown warm. Pushing the glass away, I watched Greg just outside the door where he could hear whoever had called. From his stance, I knew it wasn’t good news.
Leaving the tasting room, I paused outside in the patio area and watched as he finished the conversation. He walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder. “Date night is over?”
He kissed the top of my head and angled me toward the parking lot. “Yep. Tim’s coming over to give you a ride home.”
“And you?” Sometimes he’d tell me what was going on if it wasn’t too bad. This time, I had a feeling it was bad.
“He’s taking me out to the Coastal Inn out on Highway One.” Greg watched the road for Tim’s lights. The Coastal Inn was a dive motel just inside South Cove city limits. The sign advertised rooms for rent by the hour, day, and week. And clean towels. Yep, it was classy.
“What’s happened?” I could barely see his face in the dark parking lot. We stood on the edge of the road, outside the glow of the overhead lamps.
Greg turned toward me and sighed. “They found a body.”
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