glowered at Val. The bell over the entrance door chimed again. Since Hazel stood only a few feet away, that meant someone new had entered the shop. Momentarily taking her eyes off Val to check on the newcomer, Penny Sue saw her cousin Eula, who had retired from her job at Alabaster Creek Utilities last year, at the age of sixty-two. Eula worked part-time at Penny Sue’s Pretties now. And today was one of her three half-days, which included Wednesdays, Saturdays and Fridays.
Val turned and smiled when she saw Eula. “I’m glad you came in before I left. I’m phoning everyone in the family to let them know I’m hosting a meeting tonight to discuss Penny Sue’s decision to hire a bodyguard for Lucky. Telling you in person saves me a phone call.”
Eula’s faded brown eyes glanced from Val to Penny Sue. “You hired a bodyguard for Lottie’s dog?”
“An expensive bodyguard who’ll watch Lucky twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week,” Val said. “Isn’t that a ridiculous waste of money?”
Frown lines wrinkled Eula’s forehead as her narrowed gaze confronted Penny Sue. Eula was a true Paine in looks and personality. A first cousin to Penny Sue’s father, Eula possessed the same dark eyes, hair and complexion as Lottie and Dottie, as well as the high-strung, opinionated and eccentric nature for which all the Paine women were infamous. And, she, too, was an old maid.
“You still think one of us tried to kill Lucky, don’t you?” Eula asked.
“I know one of the heirs shot Lucky and it’s my job to protect him,” Penny Sue said.
“Then you’ve done the right thing by hiring someone to guard him around the clock.” Eula moved past her cousins and headed toward the back of the store.
“Eula!” Val shrieked the name.
Eula stopped, turned and said, “Valerie, did your mother not teach you that it’s very unladylike to scream?”
Scowling, Val walked toward Eula. “I believe Penny Sue should cover the cost of the bodyguard herself and not take the money out of our inheritance.”
Eula cocked her head to one side. “Hmm…” She cocked her head to the other side, then sighed dramatically. “No, that wouldn’t be right. Lucky is Lottie’s dog, so Lottie’s money should pay for protecting him.”
Val fumed. You could practically see the steam rising off the top of her bleached-blond head. “Since you’re apparently on Penny Sue’s side in this matter, there’s no point in your being at tonight’s meeting. I’ll tell the others—”
“That won’t be necessary,” Penny Sue said. “Eula and I are family. We’re two of the heirs who will inherit when Lucky goes to puppy-dog heaven, so we will most certainly want to be present at the meeting. As a matter of fact, I’ll even bring Lucky’s bodyguard with me so y’all can meet him.”
Val’s eyes grew large as saucers and her mouth gaped into an outraged oval.
“Close your mouth, dear,” Eula said, “before you start catching flies.”
Val shut her mouth, then opened it again, wide enough to speak. “Seven o’clock, at Aunt Dottie’s. She’s graciously agreed to allow us to meet in her home since my house is rather small.”
“How very gracious of Aunt Dottie to offer her home, especially considering that she’s living in Aunt Lottie’s house, which, by the way, is now my home. Mine and Lucky’s.”
“But I thought you moved back to your place after Lucky was shot,” Val said. “I naturally assumed—”
“Never assume,” Penny Sue told her. “I simply took the opportunity to go back to my place and start packing in order to make the move into the Paine mansion permanent.”
“Oh, I see.”
Penny Sue barely managed to hide the smile beginning to curve her lips. Every member of the family had wanted the house, but Aunt Lottie, who had owned it free and clear, had left the house to Penny Sue, with the provision that both Lucky and Dottie be allowed to live there for the remainder of their lives. The Paine mansion was the biggest and best house in town. Built in the early 1880s, the three-story Victorian house boasted wide porches, two circular towers and a profusion of elaborate gingerbread trim. Aunt Lottie had chosen to paint the place in various shades of green and pink. Nothing gaudy, just colors that were appropriate for the style and design of the house. Original paint colors, true to the Victorian era.
Eula reached out and patted Val on the shoulder. “We’ll see you tonight then, dear. At seven. At Penny Sue’s house.”
Val forced a smile before jerking around and stomping out of the shop.
The minute the bell over the door chimed, Hazel Carruthers rushed toward Penny Sue and Eula.
“I…uh…I’ll come back later and discuss redecorating the bedroom. I do apologize for being present while y’all discussed family matters. But I swear not a word of what I heard will go one bit further. I know how to keep my mouth shut.”
Penny Sue and Eula exchanged yeah-sure-tell-me-another-one glances. Hazel hurried out of the shop, as if her butt was on fire. The first person she met once outside on the sidewalk was Stella Lowrance, the owner of the Cut and Curl beauty salon.
Penny Sue groaned, then shook her head and laughed.
“Well, the family’s personal business will be front-page news by suppertime tonight,” Eula said. “The two biggest busybodies in town are Hazel and Stella. Everybody’s going to know that you’ve hired a bodyguard for Lucky and that most of the family members aren’t happy about it. We’ll be the talk of the town.”
Penny Sue shrugged. “Everybody in town would have known anyway. It seems Tanya over at Doc Stone’s is telling everyone she sees. Besides, what do we care what other people say about us? The Paines have been the talk of Alabaster Creek for several generations. I can’t imagine what the good citizens would find to talk about if not for us.”
Vic slowed the rental car, a mid-size black Chevy, as he entered the downtown area of Alabaster Creek. Apparently a recent renovation of the area had restored many of the old buildings to their original splendor, giving Main Street the look of a bygone era. Underground utilities, trees and shrubs on every corner and gas-lamp-style streetlights added to the ambience. He drove slowly up the street, glancing at the shops on his left. He passed a bakery, a drugstore/ice cream parlor, a hardware store and—Penny Sue’s Pretties. He whipped the car into a parking place, the only empty one on the block, at the very end of the street. He should probably take the time to read over the file folder Daisy had given him on Ms. Paine, but there should be time enough for that tonight. He could have read the file on the plane from Atlanta, but the flight had lasted less than thirty minutes, so he’d opted for a quick nap. When he’d phoned Ms. Paine from the Huntsville airport, she’d told him that they wouldn’t be picking up Lucky until tomorrow, so he wouldn’t be on official bodyguard duty until then.
“The family is having a meeting tonight,” she’d said. “Some of them disapprove of my hiring you. I intend for us to be there and I want you to make it clear that you’ll be investigating the crime and bringing the person who shot Lucky to justice.”
Vic grunted as he got out of the car and stepped up on the sidewalk. It wasn’t that he didn’t like dogs. He did. As a boy, raised in the backwoods of Kentucky, near the Tennessee border,
