Give Murder A Hand: Lizzie. Book 2 (The Westport Mysteries) by Beth Prentice

watch him work a little bit longer and needing to get back to
Grandma. It wasn’t a good idea to leave her on her own for too long, even if
she did have a friend with her.
    “Not at the moment, but I’ll call you when I do.”
    Walking back outside I saw Grandma giving George a little finger
wave as he walked back towards the crowd.
    “What did I miss?” I asked, taking a seat opposite Eunice.
    “What a lovely man,” said Grandma watching George’s retreating
back. “I gave him my phone number.”
    “ What? Is it a good idea
to give out your number?” I asked, thinking about how he had lied to me. Mum
was going to have a fit. She left me in charge for an hour and already Grandma
had given out her number to strange men.
    “I had to give it to him. How else would we arrange our date for next
Thursday night?”
    I put my head in my hands and groaned. Mum was going to kill me.
    Grandma stood and moved to the edge of the deck. I watched her
swish her teeth backwards and forwards and then open her bag. It took her a
minute, but finally she emerged with her mobile phone in her hand, a Christmas
gift from all of us last year.
    At the time we didn’t really know whether it was a good idea or not,
but she insisted that all the ladies at Seniors Club had one so she should too.
We upgraded and bought her an iPhone. We figured that was pretty easy to use
and mostly she just wanted it so she fitted in with the crowd. The added advantage
to a smart phone was the Find My Phone app. After the last time she went missing, we thought this idea was ingenious. I
was actually quite surprised at how well she could use the phone though.
    Eunice stepped up next to her and pulled out the same phone. Obviously
she’d been showing Grandma how to use it. Not wanting to disappoint the ladies
at Seniors Club, they proceeded to take photo after photo of my backyard,
complete with police tape and very large hole. When Grandma turned her back to
the garden, put her phone up in front of her and smiled, I realized she was
taking a selfie. As the flash went off causing me to blink I realized she
hadn’t quite perfected it yet.
    “Grandma, you have to turn the camera around,” I explained.
    “Oh, that’s right. I forgot that bit.” With this, she turned the
phone around and smiled again. “But I can’t see what I’m looking at now.” It
was my turn to smile as I moved to take the phone off of her.
    “I’ll take it for you,” I offered.
    “Thanks. And make it a good one. This one’s going on my Facebook
page.”
    “You have Facebook?” I asked.
    “Yep, and I got Twitter too. I’m following Tom Jones. And now that
I’ve got the right Tom Jones, it’s even interesting. I saw a picture of his new
wellie boots yesterday.”
    “Nice. Now smile,” I said and took the photo.
    “Good. Now I want one with you. Eunice, take this picture will
you?” she said.
    “Why do you want a photo with me?” I asked.
    “Tomorrow’s show and tell at Seniors Group and some of the girls
have taken the tour of your garden, but only I get a photo with my famous
granddaughter.”
    “I’m not famous, Grandma.”
    “You’ve been on the news. Close enough.”
    I smiled as Eunice took the photo.
    “Now I want one with Riley. Where is he?”
    “He’s busy. Why do you want a photo with Riley?”
    “Cause he’s good to look at,” replied Grandma, looking at me like I
was crazy.
    Can’t argue with that logic I guess.

Chapter Five

 
 
    Thursday dawned bright and sunny once again. I
got up and dressed in one of Molly’s hand-me-down dresses. The advantage of
having a sister addicted to fashion was that I got all her cast-offs. This
dress in particular was one of my favorites. It was yellow, about mid-thigh in
length and fell loose from my bust, which was especially good on days when you
were going out for a big lunch, as no one could see how big my stomach looked.
    I brushed my temporarily straight hair (compliments of Danny) and
carefully