Without Any Warning (A Samantha Jamison Mystery Volume 2) (26 page)

Chapter 92

Explaining The Unexplainable

How does someone explain the unexplainable? That was just what was running through my head as we all stood looking down at Crystal yelling at her father-in-law;
Roland/Joey, the infamous drunken gambler, sucking her dry
. Here, I had finally thought there were no more surprises in the works. You see what I mean? That just goes to show you, always be prepared to expect the unexpected.

In addition to that unforeseen surprise, I had heard earlier that morning that my editor quit, apparently fed up with correcting other people’s mistakes. You know, I sort of felt that way myself after this whole ordeal.

One thing was still bothering me that needed answering. I turned toward Martha. “How in the world did you fire a gun that was a cigarette lighter? I have to tell you that was absolutely amazing!”

She started laughing. That was my gun! I had it hidden.”

I blinked. “Your gun? Since when do you own a gun?”

“Well, with all this crazy stuff going on,” she said, gesturing to Barbara, Betty and Hazel, “we all decided to get our own hardware and have been taking target practice every afternoon for these last few weeks at a local firing range. After David and I argued, he asked me to keep a close eye on you because he was concerned for your safety, with Joey being on the loose. You were the only one who could flush him out. We took that as a call to action.”

I stood there stunned. “Is that where you’ve been running off to? And to think, I thought you were all over in Atlantic City at the casinos.” I turned to the others to verify what she said.

Betty nodded. “I thought it was very empowering.”

Hazel laughed. “I’m turning into a crack shot!” she said, whipping out her 38 special and waving it in the air.

Everyone nervously backed up and then ducked.

Barbara laughed, and then turned to me. “Jack taught me a long time ago. We even go hunting together,” she said smiling. “I’m proficient in rifle and bow and arrow too!”

Well, who would have guessed? All this time, my posse was already armed and obviously
dangerous
.

When it comes to turning the last page of a good book, you are sort of reluctant to let it go. I sort of felt that way about this one. It was all finally done with and I was metaphorically turning the last page on this one.

Like I said, how do you explain the unexplainable? You see, I never took anything for granted anymore. And, like before, reminded myself that every day was a blessing.

I turned to take one last look at everyone assembled. What a crew! Then I wondered.

Where would my next book take me?

Out of the blue, the phone rang. “I’ll get it,” said Crystal, reaching over her moaning father-in-law. “Easy, big guy. Stay right there and no one gets hurt.”

We all strained to hear her down below in the foyer.

She picked up on the second ring. “Hello? What? No!”

“Who is it?” I yelled down to Crystal, concerned by her clipped response.

“Martine, your friend in France, said to come quick, she needs you!”

Martha smiled, and then gave a loud whoop! “Well, I guess that means we’re going to the French Riviera!”

I turned, giving her a look. “What do you mean,
we
?”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Peggy A Edelheit has three sons, lives with her husband & miniature Schnauzer & spends time between Bucks County, PA and South Florida

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