By Tamar Myers
All that continues to be of Lula Mae Wiggins-who drowned in a bath of inexpensive champagne on New Year's Eve-now sits in an alleged Etruscan urn in Savannah, Georgia. extra north, on the Den of Antiquity old store in Charlotte, North Carolina, plucky owner Abigail Timberlake is astonished to profit that she is the only real inheitor of the Wiggins property. overdue Aunt Lula Mae used to be, in the end, as far-off a relative as relations can get.
Arriving in picturesque Savannah, Abby makes a few startling discoveries. First, that Lula Mae's ultimate resting pot is extra American reasonable than Italian old. And moment, that there has been a really priceless 1793 one-cent piece taped to the interior lid. might be a coin assortment worthy hundreds of thousands is hidden one of the deceased's worldly possessions-making Lula's passoing extra suspicious than orginally surmised. With the unusual visual appeal of a voodoo preistess coupled with the anxious disappearance of a enjoyed one-and with nasty relatives skeletons tumbling from the timber like acorns-Abby must locate her penny auntie's killer p.d.q...or she'll be as much as her ashes in critical trouble!
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Wynnell never begs. Apparently she really needed a change of scenery. , who knew what her motive was? I looked at the woman who birthed me. Thirty-six hours of excruciating labor, to hear her tell it. And a ruined figure. No amount of daughterly servitude was ever going to make up for that. Nonetheless, it was my duty to try. ” Mama shrugged. “But just so you know, dear, I haven’t been to Savannah since your daddy was stationed there during World War II. ” She brushed away a tear. ” I groaned.
We shook hands. “We sort of met yesterday,” I said. He said nothing. Perhaps his eyes were asking for more, and I just couldn’t see it through the thick lenses. “My mama almost ran into you on the sidewalk yesterday afternoon. ” Again nothing. ” He shrugged. ” I followed him into a reception area that had been obviously abandoned. The desk was clear save for a bulbless lamp and an upside-down wastebasket. There was no chair. On the wall behind the desk was last year’s calendar. To either side of the desk was a door, and I followed him to the left into a room only slightly better furnished.
Never mind that her hair resembled a haystack that had been through a wind tunnel. Mama shook her hand, but I couldn’t, because Dmitri was struggling. Lougee leaned over to pet him, but when her hand came within six inches of him, he hissed. “This ferocious beast,” I said, after Mama and I had introduced ourselves, “is Dmitri Timberlake. He’s eight years old. ” Dmitri produced a moan that sounded like it had escaped from the gates of hell. ” I smiled at Lougee. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him.
A Penny Urned: A Den of Antiquity Mystery by Tamar Myers