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The Last Word (A Books by the Bay Mystery)

The Last Word (A Books by the Bay Mystery)

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Autoren: Ellery Adams
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most. Sometimes it’s the quiet ones who have the most to say.”
    Olivia paused, one hand on the door. She was intrigued by the fisherman’s words. Nodding at him in recognition of his wisdom, she stepped outside and was surprised by the feel of rain against her skin. Shallow puddles reflected the streetlights and electric store signs, and the sidewalks had emptied of people. Olivia walked unhurriedly to the Range Rover, relishing the warm rain and the mingling scents of moist pavement and ocean air. She felt both invigorated and poignantly lonely, and the moment she was inside the dry cabin of her car, she dialed Rawlings’ number.
    When he answered, she could hear the din of conversation in the background.
    “Sorry to interrupt,” she began, experiencing a pang of disappointment. She’d wanted Rawlings to be alone, to be available to her need, but he clearly wasn’t.
    “Hold on,” he commanded, and she could sense him distancing himself from the noise, seeking out a quiet, private place. After a few seconds he said, “I never thought I’d see Haviland without you.”
    Olivia started the car and turned her headlights on, shimmering raindrops refracting in the beams. “You’re at The Boot Top?”
    “It’s Jeannie’s birthday. This is where she wanted to come, and since it’s the big five-oh, her husband said the sky was the limit. We’re just finishing up dessert now.”
    Imagining Rawlings’ kindhearted sister enjoying a slice of Michel’s decadent hazelnut chocolate mousse cake, Olivia pushed down on the accelerator, rocketing the Range Rover through an intersection, water splashing from her tires onto the shiny, black road. “Can we meet for an after-dinner drink in the bar?”
    “As long as we stick to coffee,” Rawlings agreed. “I have more work to do tonight.”
    Olivia said, “I’ll order coffee for you, but I need something with a little more kick.”
    The Boot Top’s parking lot was far from full, but it was past nine on a Monday night, and most of the restaurant’s patrons would have finished with their meals. There were others, however, like Jeannie and her family, who were still lingering over coffee and dessert.
    Lately, Michel’s cakes, tarts, and mousses had become even more seductive than usual, and he took great pride in his artistic presentation. His reputation was growing to such an extent that he refused to take any time off, and Olivia worried he might soon collapse from sheer exhaustion.
    Entering by the front door, Olivia immediately sought out the hostess and gave her instructions to tell Jeannie’s waiter to comp their entire meal. She then made her way to the bar, where Rawlings waited for her at one of the intimate side tables. A steaming coffee mug sat on a cocktail napkin in front of him and a tumbler of Chivas Regal waited for her.
    “You’re a saint,” she told him and took a grateful sip before even bothering to sit down.
    Rawlings watched her, his eyes glinting with curiosity. “What’s on your mind?”
    “I have another suspect for you,” she said and, without further preamble, told the chief about her conversation with Raymond Hatcher. When she was done, Olivia concentrated on her cocktail, giving Rawlings the silence he needed to digest all she’d imparted.
    After two or three very long minutes, the chief put his elbows on the side of his chair, made a temple with his fingers, and rested his chin on his fingertips. “We got the lab results back. The fibers found on Mr. Plumley’s neck matched those on his robe. In other words, he was strangled by the sash of his own robe.”
    Olivia recalled the red welt striping the flesh of Nick Plumley’s throat. She said nothing and waited for Rawlings to continue.
    “I believe the killer wore latex gloves. Trace amounts of latex were found beneath Mr. Plumley’s fingernails, along with bits of bread and cream cheese from his breakfast.” The chief frowned. “But there’s something odd about these results.”
    “Such as?”
    Rawlings stood up and walked behind Olivia’s chair. He leaned over, close enough for her to smell coffee and chocolate cake, and put his forearm around her right shoulder. He then pressed his arm backward into the soft flesh of her throat.
    “Pretend I wasn’t being gentle,” he whispered into her hair, his breath caressing her neck and sending a pulse of desire through her body. “What would you do?”
    Olivia curled her hands and reached for the chief’s ropy

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