A Murder In Milburn Book 2 Death Of A Deputy REVAMPED June 2016 SCRIVENER by Nancy McGovern
Authors: Nancy McGovern
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Nora said. “I suppose that’s Milly, calling to check on where you are. You wouldn’t want her father to change his investment plans, would you?” Her voice was brutally sharp, and Harvey winced.
Nora turned and walked away.
*****
Chapter 13
“Hey, Nora! Haven’t seen you since last time. I guess we always end up meeting at the pancake house.” Tina was all smiles as she found Nora sipping a coke.
“Tina,” Nora said with a smile. “I’m here to meet Anna, actually.”
“ Anna?” Tina said. “As in the owner of Anna’s Pancake House, that Anna?”
“The one and only.”
“What are you up to, Nora?” Tina sat down, and put her head in her chin. “This is getting interesting.”
“What are you up to?” Nora laughed. “Don’t you have work today?”
“Urgh no. The factory was getting me down so I decided to blow it off today,” Tina said. “Shockingly irresponsible, I know. Luckily for me, my husband is a charmingly capable man.”
“You’re lucky to have Sam,” Nora said. “But he’s lucky to have a graphic designer like you too.”
“I know he is. But to be honest, right now, the work’s kinda dull. I just finished redesigning our logo last week. Now Sam’s Spurs has changed its motif from grey and blue to a more attractive mahogany and orange color. About time too. But I’m left with not much work this quarter.”
“So you decided to come harass me instead,” Nora teased. “What happened to your many committees?”
“Every once in a while,” Tina said, “Every once in a while, I channel my inner child. And as a child, let me tell you, I was notorious for bunking school. Well, here I am.”
“You bunked school a lot?”
“Are you kidding? I think I had about a 5% attendance. I got away with it too because my dad owned a bit of property here and there.”
“A bit of property here and there? Your dad was a proper magnate,” Nora said.
“Yep. So’s Sam,” Tina stretched. “It’s nice to be filthy rich and never have to work if you don’t want to.” Seeing Nora’s face, she dropped her hands and looked apologetic. “I mean… I’m… Nora. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s all right,” Nora laughed. “I’ve known you since school. You were never able to keep your tongue from flying out of your face every once in a while.”
“I mean I admire you,” Tina said. “I love how hard you work to get the diner running. It makes me want to cheer you on.”
“Poverty’s not very noble,” Nora said. “Most of the times it’s a grinding bore full of stress and anxiety. Don’t worry, I completely agree. It is nice to be filthy rich and never have to work if you don’t want to. I think that’s one my goals in life.”
“How about fame and fortune?” Tina asked.
“Never had much interest in those,” Nora said. “I used to work in a really good restaurant in New York. We had celebrities coming in every day. Funny thing is, I never saw a famous person who also looked happy. I’m talking the kind of contentment you see on the faces of some of the people in town. People making an honest living and having their family close by. They have a contentment that radiates out of them. In New York, it was mostly just stress that everyone radiated. Me included.”
“Small towns aren’t some placid, content retirement houses,” Tina said indignantly. “We’re full of stress down here.”
“Oh I know we are,” Nora said. “Still, there’s that sense of community you don’t get anywhere else.”
“What did Anna want to see you for, anyway?” Tina asked.
“She was interested in sponsoring the diner,” Nora said. “She told me that she could help me with the investment money, if I gave her a share of the equity, or if I worked for her for six months.”
“Huh. Funny. You’re not thinking about it, are you?” Tina asked. “You’re going to say no, aren’t you?”
“I’m… considering it,” Nora said.
“What?” Tina’s
Nora turned and walked away.
*****
Chapter 13
“Hey, Nora! Haven’t seen you since last time. I guess we always end up meeting at the pancake house.” Tina was all smiles as she found Nora sipping a coke.
“Tina,” Nora said with a smile. “I’m here to meet Anna, actually.”
“ Anna?” Tina said. “As in the owner of Anna’s Pancake House, that Anna?”
“The one and only.”
“What are you up to, Nora?” Tina sat down, and put her head in her chin. “This is getting interesting.”
“What are you up to?” Nora laughed. “Don’t you have work today?”
“Urgh no. The factory was getting me down so I decided to blow it off today,” Tina said. “Shockingly irresponsible, I know. Luckily for me, my husband is a charmingly capable man.”
“You’re lucky to have Sam,” Nora said. “But he’s lucky to have a graphic designer like you too.”
“I know he is. But to be honest, right now, the work’s kinda dull. I just finished redesigning our logo last week. Now Sam’s Spurs has changed its motif from grey and blue to a more attractive mahogany and orange color. About time too. But I’m left with not much work this quarter.”
“So you decided to come harass me instead,” Nora teased. “What happened to your many committees?”
“Every once in a while,” Tina said, “Every once in a while, I channel my inner child. And as a child, let me tell you, I was notorious for bunking school. Well, here I am.”
“You bunked school a lot?”
“Are you kidding? I think I had about a 5% attendance. I got away with it too because my dad owned a bit of property here and there.”
“A bit of property here and there? Your dad was a proper magnate,” Nora said.
“Yep. So’s Sam,” Tina stretched. “It’s nice to be filthy rich and never have to work if you don’t want to.” Seeing Nora’s face, she dropped her hands and looked apologetic. “I mean… I’m… Nora. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s all right,” Nora laughed. “I’ve known you since school. You were never able to keep your tongue from flying out of your face every once in a while.”
“I mean I admire you,” Tina said. “I love how hard you work to get the diner running. It makes me want to cheer you on.”
“Poverty’s not very noble,” Nora said. “Most of the times it’s a grinding bore full of stress and anxiety. Don’t worry, I completely agree. It is nice to be filthy rich and never have to work if you don’t want to. I think that’s one my goals in life.”
“How about fame and fortune?” Tina asked.
“Never had much interest in those,” Nora said. “I used to work in a really good restaurant in New York. We had celebrities coming in every day. Funny thing is, I never saw a famous person who also looked happy. I’m talking the kind of contentment you see on the faces of some of the people in town. People making an honest living and having their family close by. They have a contentment that radiates out of them. In New York, it was mostly just stress that everyone radiated. Me included.”
“Small towns aren’t some placid, content retirement houses,” Tina said indignantly. “We’re full of stress down here.”
“Oh I know we are,” Nora said. “Still, there’s that sense of community you don’t get anywhere else.”
“What did Anna want to see you for, anyway?” Tina asked.
“She was interested in sponsoring the diner,” Nora said. “She told me that she could help me with the investment money, if I gave her a share of the equity, or if I worked for her for six months.”
“Huh. Funny. You’re not thinking about it, are you?” Tina asked. “You’re going to say no, aren’t you?”
“I’m… considering it,” Nora said.
“What?” Tina’s
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