No Hope In New Hope (Samantha Jamison Mystery Book 7)

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Tequila, Canadian Club whiskey, Vodka, Remy Martin, Galliano, Borghetti. Warning: Do not operate machinery or drive vehicles.”
    Martha countered, “Jeep’s outside . We’re stuck inside .”
    I burst out laughing . Make lemonade from lemons…
    “Hand me another one…”

 
     
     
    Chapter 38
    Search & Rescue Or Visa Versa
     
     
    I awoke with a start. My neck was killing me. The bed I was sleeping on was the roughest and most painful… Then I recalled what happened. I felt around me. I remembered balancing on that rolled fencing and eating those candies…
    Where was I? I jerked upright and flicked on my phone flashlight. I was on the back portion of the Harley trailer with Betty and Hazel sprawled out at the other end, out cold. I glanced to where the wheelbarrow was: still there and so was Martha, who was snoring loudly, mouth wide open. So much for her bragging she could drink ( or in this case ) eat us under the table. We’d polished off both boxes.
    My ears perked up. I heard a motorcycle engine: Clay’s! I jumped up and started nudging and shaking the others.
    “Wake up. I think that’s Clay on the motorcycle!”
    “I bet he’s looking for us!” said Betty, flashing her light.
    “I must look a sight,” said Martha, fussing with her hair.
    “Wipe the drool off your face first,” laughed Hazel.
    “I noticed you were out too, Miss Know-it-all.”
    “Ladies! Not now! Let’s get his attention first,” I said.
    The minute we heard the engine shut off we pounded on both doors, yelling Clay’s name as loud as we could. It wasn’t long before we heard the latch bar lift and the two doors swung wide open. We stampeded through, excited to be breathing the fresh air outside and seeing daylight again.
    Clay stared at us, open-mouthed. “What happened?”
    “Thank goodness you’re here,” said Betty. “We were stuck in that god-awful place for a couple of hours.”
    Hazel was still brushing herself off. “Thank you, Clay.”
    Martha shot him a look, dramatically saying, “About time. We could have been pushing up daisies by now.”
    “But the doors weren’t locked,” he said.
    “No handle on the inside and the bar locked in place,” I said, hugging and kissing him.
    He backed off, leery. “You all smell like a brewery.”
    We glanced at each other. That’s when we realized how filthy we were, with our hair sticking out in angled patches and clothes rumpled. We looked like drunken bums. Come to think of it, that about sized up our situation.
    “We can explain,” I said, trying to steady my footing.
    Why was the ground moving? Oh, yeah…the candy.
    “Go inside and shower while I make coffee,” he said.
    “My knight in shining armor,” I sighed.
    He wrapped his arm around me, “One word: Detox.”
    Martha harrumphed. “I’d like to see him out-candy us.”
    Clay turned back to her. “What?”
    I urged him on. “Ignore her. She’s been on a bender.”
    “The others too?” he asked me, trying not to laugh.
    “They all put me to shame back there.”
    “But they are seventy…”
    “And I’m still playing catch up…”

 
     
     
    Chapter 39
    Going To Conference
     
     
    Freshly showered and now wearing clean clothes, we sat at the Worths’ long French table. Hazel brought over some cookies, coffee and aspirin. We were visibly candied out.
    Clay took a sip of coffee. “Okay, ladies. Let’s hear it.”
    We took turns explaining what happened. It took a while, between the excited banter and over-talking by everyone. But not one detail was overlooked.
    When we finished, Clay said, “An unexpected twist.”
    “We saw him carry a crate out, not in,” added Martha.
    I leaned toward him. “Tony was exploiting the use of that shed. For who, how long and why, we haven’t figured out yet. Could be that Alicia and Chris knew all about it.”
    Then I remembered to ask, “Clay, what’s your news?”
    “Obviously I never saw Tony. You were tailing him.”
    Was that a hint of

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