Free Hullabaloo and Holly Too ( A Cozy Cash Mystery Christmas Novella) (The Cozy Cash Mysteries) by D. D. Scott Page B

enough, there it was. Front and center. Roswell Bellesconi. To be seated next to Grayson Hawk.
     
    What if these charitable groups took the money they shelled out for galas and, instead, spent it to do something for the people that they actually intended to help? Talk about a novel idea.
     
    He took his seat then checked his Tag Heuer to see exactly how much longer he’d have to sit there. Noticing a smudge on its face, he used a corner of the table linen to swipe at the surface.
     
    “Doesn’t your butler see to those kinds of things?”
     
    Ross heard Grayson’s good-natured tease before he came into view.
     
    “I gave him the night off,” Ross said, standing up to shake hands with his childhood friend. “Wish we had the night off.”
     
    Grayson disliked these events as much as he did, although they had different reasons why.
     
    “Look at it this way, my friend. At least it’s the last one of the year,” Grayson said, taking two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray and handing one to Ross.
     
    “Cheers to that,” Ross said, raising his glass in a toast.
     
    “So what’s this fundraiser for anyway?” Grayson asked, reaching for the program laying on top of his place setting.
     
    Ross chuckled to himself while shaking his head. Typical Grayson.
     
    “What? Don’t tell me you actually pay attention to this stuff. Don’t you just have your accountant write the check?”
     
    Ross laughed out loud at that. “C’mon, Grayson. You know that’s your style, but definitely not mine. I’m a hands on type of guy, remember?”
     
    “All I know, Roswell, is that if you’d be a little more hands on with these fine ladies around here, you wouldn’t be a billionaire bachelor with no prospects in site,” Grayson remarked, taking time away from their conversation to dazzle the women at the next table with his I’m-all-yours for-the-night, smile.
     
    “Whatever. I don’t have time for women. Besides, some of these organizations are doing very important work. And you know I like to see how my money is being used,” Ross said, wishing he could do more than merely read each group’s brochures and websites before figuring out what amount to write his check for.
     
    • • •
     
    Not only did he have a tendency to be a goody two-shoes, in Grayson’s opinion, Ross was also a little too particular when it came to women. Grayson could count on one hand the number of women Roswell had been involved with in relationships. He wasn’t necessarily keeping track. It’s just that he worried about his friend sometimes.
     
    “All work and no playing around isn’t healthy, my friend. Once you’ve given away all of your money, what then? If you keep this up, you might end up penniless and lonely.”
     
    “Here we go again,” Ross said. “Every year, it’s the same damn thing.”
     
    Grayson had read too many stories of intended goodwill where the money ended up going straight into the pockets of those claiming to help others. He, like his friend, was bombarded with requests for money every single day. Sure, maybe a few dollars trickled down to somebody in need, but who really knew what percentage of the funds did any real good?
     
    “My uncle Frank is proof that you need to be careful who you give your money to. After surviving prostate cancer, Frank started the Walk for Life Program, only to later discover that the largest portion of his donation was going to the sizable salaries of the organization’s top executives.”
     
    Roswell gave him one of his I’ve-heard-it-all before looks.
     
    “We need to be careful, Roswell, that’s all I’m saying.”
     
    “I’ll tell you what, Grayson. Since you’re so fond of talking about fraudulent charities, I think you should put your money where your mouth is and straighten this out once and for all.” Ross ignored his friend’s scowl and added, “Pick a charity tonight, but not just any charity. Whichever one you choose will get