Second To Nun (A Giulia Driscoll Mystery Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

in season and knows a lot about single malts. Sees a VA shrink for PTSD.”
    Giulia frowned. “Good-looking, heroic, eligible male with minimal flaws. No wonder his aunt’s shop has giggling teenage girl clientele.” She tapped her pen on the yellow paper. “I’m not cynical enough to believe a war hero is running a con with his eccentric elderly aunt. But I might have to be.”
    “Let me dig some more,” Zane said. “How long will you be here tomorrow?”
    “At least through lunch. The stars need to align for me to catch Flynt with his current mistress tomorrow morning, so I can finish that report, add pictures, and call in Flynt’s wife. Plus Jane’s insurance fraud case, plus anything else that may walk through the door.”
    “At least it’s never boring,” Zane said.

Eight

      
    In the backyard after supper, Giulia told Frank about her new client and the impending road trip.
    “A bed and breakfast?” Frank set two beers on a small square table between two lawn chairs. “Those places are crawling with snowbirds and tourists.”
    “Snowbirds go to bed early. Tourists go out drinking.” Giulia unreeled the hose and started watering her tomato plants.
    “True, but it’ll be crammed with atmosphere and kitsch.” He started on his beer. “Like candles and doilies and antimacassars, whatever they are.”
    Giulia laughed. “B&Bs are not old ladies’ retirement homes.” She tugged on the hose. “Could you unkink for me?”
    Frank leaned over as far as possible without leaving his chair, tilting it on two legs, and snagged the bent hose with three fingers. He whipped it around itself as his chair thunked back onto the grass. “There you go.”
    “That was either quite clever or quite lazy.” She turned the water onto the peppers. “Thank you.”
    “Clever, of course.”
    The three preschool-aged boys next door splashed in an inflatable pool. In the long backyard behind both houses, two Boston Terriers yipped at the hose, and the boys streaked back and forth along the chain link fence, chased each other, and began the cycle over again.
    Giulia looked in the bushes for fireflies, but it wasn’t dark enough yet.
    “The peppers are too small to be any use,” Frank said as she finished watering the rest of the garden and sat in the other chair.
    “It’s only June. Wait a few weeks. Full-grown peppers don’t appear in the grocery store by magic.”
    They drank beer in silence as the neighborhood’s evening rituals progressed. At seven fifteen the terriers zipped into their front yard and commenced their nightly barking trash-talk with the Rottweiler from the end of the block as his owner walked him. The rolls and clacks of a street hockey game interspersed with tapped car horns and the players booing the drivers, followed by laughter and more clacks and rolls.
    Any leftover tension slipped from Giulia’s shoulders.
    “Scheduling everything is my real concern about three or four or five days at Stone’s Throw,” she said. “Can Zane and Sidney handle it with Sidney and Jane still both at part-time? When we need to connect, how good is the Wi-Fi out by the lake? People don’t come to a pricey vacation house to check Facebook.”
    “They’d Instagram.”
    “True. Good publicity for the B&B. Which reminds me.” She went back inside and returned with her iPad. “Let’s see what Trip Advisor has to say.”
    Frank sighed. “Woman, you’re off the clock.”
    “We are researching a vacation spot.” She arched her brows at him.
    “At least I knew you were a workaholic when I married you.”
    “And I knew you were a sports fiend. They cancel each other out.” She typed in the name. “Whoa. There’re a whole bunch of places named ‘Stone’s Throw.’ Want to spend a week at a jewelry store or a recording studio or any one of a dozen bar and grill joints? Don’t answer that.”
    “That name is cute.” His face expressed the opposite opinion.
    “Agreed. Here’s our Stone’s Throw on