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The Hot Ladies Murder Club

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2018
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With a shake of her head, Hannah pointed toward the back of the house. “I’m sorry Taz. We already ate. You know I can’t go because Georgia’s—”

“You ate already? That’s just like you. Since I’ve known you, you have never gone out. Not once. You’re going to go crazy if you don’t get out of the house at night at least once. You’re going to snap. I’ve seen it happen.”

Hannah could almost feel it happening.

“I’m really sorry, Taz.”

“I have a girlfriend with some kids two houses down who’ll sit.”

“Taz, no—” Just the thought of leaving Georgia alone with a stranger at night scared her.

The phone rang before Hannah could say no again. She covered the phone and mouthed to Taz that it was Zoë. “I’ve got to schedule an appointment with her.”

“Zoë?” Tasmania’s eyebrows arched as Hannah rummaged through her purse for her calendar. “The doctor’s wife?”

Hannah shook her head.

“Oh, right, the new client…the shady lady from Shady Lomas, who’s here looking for a house in town, Veronica Holiday’s editor? She’s here? Now?”

Hannah nodded as she pulled out her calendar. “In that new beach hotel.”

“Ask her to meet us at the bar in her hotel.”

Hannah covered the mouthpiece. “I’m not going out. Besides, she’s married and pregnant.”

“All the more reason for her to get out—before the baby comes and ties her down. This is fate.”

Hannah sighed. “You’re hopeless.”

She flipped her dog-eared calendar to the right page and jumped. Stuck between the pages was that darn picture of her in the thong bikini that she’d accidentally given Joe Campbell.

“Tell her we’re going out,” Taz insisted. “This feels destined. Besides, we had a date.”

Why had she ever mentioned Zoë to Taz? As a Realtor, Hannah was alone with her clients in her car long hours. While they drove or walked through empty houses, people tended to share their most intimate secrets. Zoë had told her most of her incredible story the first thirty minutes they’d known each other.

Then this afternoon while they’d checked for mold on a waterfront house, Zoë had filled in the last gaps in her tale. Not that Hannah had paid as much attention as usual since the deposition had been looming over her.

The scene replayed itself in her mind. Her most trusted carpenter, a retired navy guy with a bad knee, Tommy Thompson, had been on a short, wobbly ladder sawing a hole in the ceiling. Zoë had chattered underneath him about her new husband, Tony, a rancher, who’d been her high school sweetheart. Their ranch was sixty miles south on the outskirts of a gossipy town called Shady Lomas. Apparently, they’d had a lovers’ quarrel as teenagers. To get revenge, Zoë had gone to a pig race at a rodeo, and Tony’s scandalous Uncle Duncan had gotten her drunk there. Uncle Duncan had had his own plane, and when Zoë had awakened in Vegas the next morning, she’d had a ring on her finger and was married to the old reprobate.

Zoë had been in the middle of her tale of woe when a hunk of drywall had fallen out of the ceiling and shattered, spraying both women with white bits of wallboard. Tommy had yelled “no mold,” triumphantly, and Hannah had grabbed his ladder to steady it.

“I’ll make an offer tomorrow,” Zoë had said, clapping.

“Everybody ready to go? I’m late,” Hannah had said.

“The deposition?” Zoë had asked.

“Joe Campbell is like an ax hanging over my head.”

On the way to Zoë’s beachfront hotel, Zoë hadn’t stopped talking. “Duncan knew he was dying all along. He married me so he’d go out with a bang.”

“For this reason he ruined your life?”

“No, he was sweet.” She’d paused. “He died a few weeks after the wedding and left me everything. Unfortunately, the inheritance included the ranch Tony leased and believed should have been his. Then Duncan’s daughters sued me, too.”

By the time Hannah and Zoë reached the hotel, Hannah was thirty minutes late, and Zoë was still talking about the gossip, lawsuits and spite that had driven her from Shady Lomas and the man she’d really loved to Manhattan, where she’d become an editor.

“Not a very good one, though, I’m afraid, and I was so lonely,” Zoë had admitted sadly. “My only claim to fame is that I discovered Veronica Holiday and edit her books.”

“The Veronica Holiday? I’ve read all her books. She’s fabulous.”

“Well, I’ll tell her I met a fan. She’s here, you know. At this hotel. On tour…and…writing.”

“What?”

“Thought I’d kill two birds.…Shop for a house and help her.…Long story.”

Still, Zoë hadn’t gotten out. “Oh, I almost forgot—the adoption papers on Noah came through.”

The entire conversation flashed in Hannah’s mind as she jotted 2:00 p.m. on her calendar for tomorrow.

Zoë needed a house in town because the schools in Shady Lomas didn’t challenge Noah, her nine-year-old stepson.

Never one to be left out of a conversation for long, Taz punched the speaker phone button while Hannah slid her calendar back into her purse.

“So how did your deposition go?” Zoë’s voice blared into the kitchen.

“He’s got the hots for her,” Taz said. “He fixed her flat.”

“Who’s this?” Zoë sounded both surprised and curious to hear a new voice.

“Joe Campbell does not have the hots for me!”

“I’m her next-door neighbor—Taz. Her spiritual adviser. She’s trying to stand me up for supper.”

“Did he or did he not hit on you, Hannah?”

Flushing, Hannah glared at Taz.

“The…the only thing he tempts me to do is murder—”

“Lawyers. The only good lawyer is a dead lawyer,” Taz said.

Zoë laughed. “Joe Campbell’s partner, Bob Africa, is suing me.”

“What?”

“Tony called me about it today. Bob Africa had Tony served today. Apparently, my stepdaughters hired Bob. They’ve gone through all the money I gave them when we settled the first lawsuit. Now they say I suckered their lonely old father into marriage and killed him for his money. People have stopped speaking to Tony and me. Tony hung up so tense he would barely speak to me. I’ve been crying ever since.”
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