Lavender Lipstick Lies: A Mystery of Makeup & Mayhem by Mary Maxwell Page B
Authors: Mary Maxwell
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mine,
and I have no clue how they got in here.” She heaved a sigh and sank onto the
edge of the bed. “As for the lipstick,” she continued, “don’t you have a tube
in your makeup bag?”
I felt beads of nervous
perspiration on the back of my neck. “Well, yes, b-b-but what…” I stammered,
pausing for a second to catch my breath. “What about that woman you just saw in
the elevator?”
Bree thought for a moment. “You
mean Amanda?” she asked. “What about her?”
“When I talked to Robert earlier,
he told me that the red convertible we saw in our driveway yesterday is
registered to someone with the same last name!”
“So?” She shrugged and made another
face. “What’s that got to do with how you’re freaking out?”
“I’m not freaking out, Bree.
I’m trying to—”
A loud knock sounded from the
doorway.
“What’s all the yelling about?”
Bree and I glanced over as Emma came into the room. “And when are we going to
eat? I’m about to drop dead from hunger.”
She waited for an answer, but Bree
and I were back to staring angrily at one another.
“Oh, what is it now?” Emma
demanded. “You two look like little kids about ready to fight on the
playground.”
In one smooth move, Bree scooped
the caftan from the floor and raised it overhead. “It’s this ugly thing,” she
said. “Abby thinks it’s mine, which somehow makes me the evil prankster behind
the notes she got yesterday.”
Emma considered the caftan before
pointing at the red floppy hat. “Is that yours, too?”
Bree shook her head. “No! These
aren’t mine! You guys both know that red has never been my color. And I would never wear a caftan; they remind me of my wicked step-mother!”
The remarks ricocheted through my
jittery mind. Bree was right; as often as we went shopping together, I suddenly
felt horrible that I didn’t remember how much she disliked any shade of red.
“Okay, so I…” My mind wobbled as I
tried to find the words to apologize. “Look, can we just move on?” I asked. “I
haven’t really been myself since the whole thing with Robert yesterday.”
“You’re fine,” Bree said. “Don’t
worry about it. Just try to remember that both Emma and I are on your side,
okay?”
“But I don’t want you to think that
I’ve gone totally off the deep end,” I said. “There’s a very good reason for me
being suspicious.”
Emma laughed. “Actually, there’s a
good reason for all three of us to be wary.”
“True,” Bree said. “After all, we
were in our suite when the threat was left on your mirror, Abs. Maybe that was
a random thing and they didn’t know who was staying in that particular
bedroom.”
“Anything’s possible,” I agreed.
“But that doesn’t explain the note I got at the pool yesterday. That envelope
was addressed to me, except they used my maiden name.”
“Which would suggest it might be
someone from your past,” Emma said solemnly.
I actually laughed in response.
“Seriously? You think this is, what—a high school grudge or something?”
Bree groaned softly. “Oh, brother,”
she said. “I think that’s pretty much a stretch.”
“You said it yourself,” Emma
reminded me. “Anything’s possible.”
“Here’s what we’re going to do,”
Bree announced in an authoritative tone. “We’re going to call that handsome
hotel detective and ask his opinion. After that, we’re going downstairs to
enjoy a nice, leisurely lunch.”
Chapter 14
Twenty minutes later, Trevor Cole
stood in the living room of our suite, tapping his iPad and looking at us with
the same cool, calm expression we saw the day before.
“Your safety and comfort are at the
top of our list,” he said. “I want to assure each of you that my team and I are
here to make sure you enjoy your stay.”
“Can you do something about my
losing streak in the casino?” Bree asked.
The security director chuckled.
“Unfortunately, that’s outside of our jurisdiction,
and I have no clue how they got in here.” She heaved a sigh and sank onto the
edge of the bed. “As for the lipstick,” she continued, “don’t you have a tube
in your makeup bag?”
I felt beads of nervous
perspiration on the back of my neck. “Well, yes, b-b-but what…” I stammered,
pausing for a second to catch my breath. “What about that woman you just saw in
the elevator?”
Bree thought for a moment. “You
mean Amanda?” she asked. “What about her?”
“When I talked to Robert earlier,
he told me that the red convertible we saw in our driveway yesterday is
registered to someone with the same last name!”
“So?” She shrugged and made another
face. “What’s that got to do with how you’re freaking out?”
“I’m not freaking out, Bree.
I’m trying to—”
A loud knock sounded from the
doorway.
“What’s all the yelling about?”
Bree and I glanced over as Emma came into the room. “And when are we going to
eat? I’m about to drop dead from hunger.”
She waited for an answer, but Bree
and I were back to staring angrily at one another.
“Oh, what is it now?” Emma
demanded. “You two look like little kids about ready to fight on the
playground.”
In one smooth move, Bree scooped
the caftan from the floor and raised it overhead. “It’s this ugly thing,” she
said. “Abby thinks it’s mine, which somehow makes me the evil prankster behind
the notes she got yesterday.”
Emma considered the caftan before
pointing at the red floppy hat. “Is that yours, too?”
Bree shook her head. “No! These
aren’t mine! You guys both know that red has never been my color. And I would never wear a caftan; they remind me of my wicked step-mother!”
The remarks ricocheted through my
jittery mind. Bree was right; as often as we went shopping together, I suddenly
felt horrible that I didn’t remember how much she disliked any shade of red.
“Okay, so I…” My mind wobbled as I
tried to find the words to apologize. “Look, can we just move on?” I asked. “I
haven’t really been myself since the whole thing with Robert yesterday.”
“You’re fine,” Bree said. “Don’t
worry about it. Just try to remember that both Emma and I are on your side,
okay?”
“But I don’t want you to think that
I’ve gone totally off the deep end,” I said. “There’s a very good reason for me
being suspicious.”
Emma laughed. “Actually, there’s a
good reason for all three of us to be wary.”
“True,” Bree said. “After all, we
were in our suite when the threat was left on your mirror, Abs. Maybe that was
a random thing and they didn’t know who was staying in that particular
bedroom.”
“Anything’s possible,” I agreed.
“But that doesn’t explain the note I got at the pool yesterday. That envelope
was addressed to me, except they used my maiden name.”
“Which would suggest it might be
someone from your past,” Emma said solemnly.
I actually laughed in response.
“Seriously? You think this is, what—a high school grudge or something?”
Bree groaned softly. “Oh, brother,”
she said. “I think that’s pretty much a stretch.”
“You said it yourself,” Emma
reminded me. “Anything’s possible.”
“Here’s what we’re going to do,”
Bree announced in an authoritative tone. “We’re going to call that handsome
hotel detective and ask his opinion. After that, we’re going downstairs to
enjoy a nice, leisurely lunch.”
Chapter 14
Twenty minutes later, Trevor Cole
stood in the living room of our suite, tapping his iPad and looking at us with
the same cool, calm expression we saw the day before.
“Your safety and comfort are at the
top of our list,” he said. “I want to assure each of you that my team and I are
here to make sure you enjoy your stay.”
“Can you do something about my
losing streak in the casino?” Bree asked.
The security director chuckled.
“Unfortunately, that’s outside of our jurisdiction,
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