"Kiser, Marcia - Some Like It Hot" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kiser Marcia)

"He dumped me," I mumbled.

"He what?"

"He dumped me. Elbert dumped me. Like last week's catfish, okay? Does that make you happy?"

"No, it don't. But it still don't tell me why you think Daisey Mae was seein' Elbert."

"It fits -- that's all. Elbert'd been cooling off for a couple of weeks and Daisey Mae's getting all hot-to-trot and being coy and all. Then he dumps me and the very next day Daisey Mae gets a pedicure."

"She got her toes done yesterday and wound up dead last night and you think Elbert killed her?"

"Don't you be putting words in my mouth, Jimmy Bob Black. That's not what I said. I was merely trying to help, but if you're gonna be insulting, well, I guess, I'll just leave!"

"Simmer down, Fiona. No need to go off half-cocked," Jimmy Bob said. "I wasn't tryin' to insult you, okay? ItТs just strange, Elbert breaking up with you and you tellin' me he started seeing Daisey Mae."

"I ain't trying to tell you nothing at all. Except what I think. Maybe Cody got pissed Сcause she took up with Tiny or Elbert. You know that Cody -- he's got a temper worse than a fresh-castrated bull."

"Hmm, that's true. Maybe I'll talk to him. And Elbert."

"Good. And if you find out Elbert was seeing Daisey Mae, you let me know, hear?"

"Fiona, I can't do that. This is an official po-leece investigation."

I stood and snatched my purse. "Well, I never. Here I am, trying to help and you won't tell me nothing. That's gratitude for you."

"Aw, Fiona. . . .."

"No, that's all right, Jimmy Bob. You go on with your official po-leece investigation. Maybe you'll hear about something about somebody threatening Daisey Mae. I'd tell ya, but I wouldn't want to intrude in po-leece business."

I jerked the door open and Bessie fell over.

"Did you get all that, you old bat, or you want me to repeat it?"

I stepped over Bessie and hustled out to the street. I stalked over to Tiny's to get my car. By the time I got there, I could tell my face was as red as an Elizabeth Arden lipstick. I figured my mascara was down around my nose and I could feel my hair hanging down in straggles.

"What'd ya tell Jimmy Bob?" Tiny hollered before I could open my mouth.

"None of your damn business, Tiny Sinclair. Can I get my car?"

"Nope!" Tiny folded his arms across his chest and met my glare. Of course, I had to tilt my head back. TinyТs 6'9" and close to 300 pounds, and he,s the runt of eight brothers.

"It's damn hot out here and I want my car."

"Can't have it."

"Good Lord, you've had it all day. Isn't it ready?"

"Didn't say it weren't ready. Said you couldn't have it."