Sour Grapes (A Savannah Reid Mystery #6) Read Online Free PDF

well-thought-out plan.
    The pageant.
    The Miss Gold Coast Pageant began in two days. An event full of emotion, confusion, hundreds of people running around in semiordered chaos.
    Yes. . . what better backdrop could there be than a beauty pageant . . . ? The perfect stage for murder.

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    t4C4 ood morning!" Tammy looked up from the
    Vrcomputer keyboard and gave Savannah the dazzling,
    bright, cheerful smile that could be conjured only by a dyed-in-the-wool "morning person."
    "Oh, shut up," Savannah grumbled as she trudged down the stairs in her fuzzy red slippers and her ratty
    old robe that was basically the same faded shade of navy
    blue as the circles beneath her eyes. "You know better di, an to 'good morning' me before I've had coffee. Especially when I've been up half the night."
    - To her great dismay, Tammy followed her into the kitchen, opening blinds and curtains, spreading sunshine--literally and figuratively--all along the way. "Half the night? Cool! Does that mean you and Dirk were stalking that child-abuser guy again?"
    Savannah groaned and hauled the largest mug she
     
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    could find out of the cupboard. "We prefer to call it a 'stakeout', not 'stalking.'"
    "What's the difference?"
    After only the briefest consideration, Savannah said, "Very little, come to think of it. But good guys get paid to do it."
    "You don't; Dirk does."
    After filling the mug with coffee stronger and thicker
    than Mississippi mud, Savannah added a decadent amount of Half & Half. From the corner of her eye she saw Tammy cringe, so she poured in more--nothing quite like a health nut to bring out the defiant hedonist
    in her.
    "Once in a great while," she said dryly, "I get paid for it. And Dirk's good to help us out when we're in a jam."
    She took a big swig of the coffee and felt the life
    Fortifying caffeine make a beeline for her bloodstream. She could have sworn her heart fluttered and slowly
    began to beat. Low-level brain-activity waves started to bounce through her head.
    Heading for the refrigerator, she said, "Speaking of lam . . . do we still have some of Granny Reid's blackberry
    preserves? Or did I use them on the biscuits when [ fed the troops yesterday?"
    Tammy's chin hiked a couple of notches. "I don't snow. I don't eat fruit that has been ruined by processed sugar. My body is a sacred temple."
    Savannah found the jam hiding behind the hotildge
    sauce. "Yeah, well. . . your 'sacred temple' could ;-et run over and mashed flat by a bus tomorrow, and rou'll wish you'd had a decent last meal before you de
    Parted this earth. Want some eggs and bacon?"
    "Absolutely not."
     
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    "Grits, swimmin' in butter? Hot, flaky biscuits? Cream gravy?"
    "Get real."
    - Savannah shrugged as she pulled the necessary ingredients
    for a full, Southern-style breakfast from the refrigerator and cupboard. "Suit yourself, girl. You don't know what you're missing."
    1.. Tammy grimaced and mumbled, "A heart attack, high blood pressure, stroke, diabetes, obesity--" - "Watch yourself, Miss Prissy Pot." Both hands full, Ike kicked the refrigerator door closed with her foot and dumped the stuff on the counter. "I could fire you for insubordination."
    - "Fire me from the almost job that you almost don't
    pay me for?"
    "That's the one. Careers like yours are hard to come by. . . studying at the gum-soled feet of a master detecre.
    Tammy glanced down at Savannah's fuzzy red slip
     
    Cis, grinned, and slid onto a kitchen chair to watch as
    Smannah began her preparations. "So, Nancy Drew . . .
    you and the Hardy boy get your bad guy last night?"
    "We did. The moron sneaked into his mom's house
    t two in the morning to pick up some of his CDs
     
    a favorite baseball cap. He's paying for the stuff
    his freedom. Where he's at, he won't get to use any
    The little girl he abused was ecstatic to hear we'd
    ted him up. She can go back to school now, play in yard again, live like a normal kid"--Savannah sighed he