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ten years after she screwed him.
Yeah, that s our shortcoming, Mercer. Cops can t pay these fools like the
tabloids do. Nobody wants to tell me zilch about a suspect. But stick a
microphone or a camera in their puss or offer em a hundred bucks for their
story and suddenly everyone knows who the killer was all along.
Not the big cheese. I saw Spector s comment in Monday sPost. Can t believe
his man did it. Harper has a brilliant mind. He s done some superb medical
studies for me.
Yeah, well maybe Coleman can study the effects of prison on the nervous
system for twenty-five years to life. Okay, Blondie, enough of this
stuff we re all off duty and out of the jurisdiction.
C mon, open up my present first. Mike reached over to the pile and handed
me a package. It was a red leather jewelry box wrapped in a large white bow. I
pulled off the ribbon and unfastened the clasp, lifting the lid to reveal a
glittering tiara. Nina grabbed it from my hand and sat it squarely on top of
my head while Mike assured me that it was a fake and that he d paid more for
the box than for the rhinestones.
Listen up, guys, Mike said. Joanie and I have arranged a gastronomic
birthday tour of the Vineyard my itinerary, her pocketbook. We start here, of
course, at the Outermost Inn, where I recommend you begin the evening with the
crab cakes followed by the lobster and then the homemade peppermint ice cream.
Tomorrow is breakfast with Primo coffee and bagels on the porch of the
Chilmark Store. Good food, good gossip. Lunch, the amazing Flynn sisters and
the world s best chowder and clams at the Bite. Dinner with Tony and David at
The Feast don t miss thepasta fra diavolo.
I kicked off my shoes and walked to the edge of the steps that led down to
the wide, rolling lawn bordered by Vineyard Sound.
Mike was touting Sunday breakfast at the Inn, Primo s pizza for lunch, and a
farewell dinner at the Red Cat the tenderloin with caramelized onion. He truly
had explored all the best local options for food.
Hughie s brother, James, was quietly singing about fire and rain in the
background while Mike continued to entertain the troops. He was telling them
that their weekend assignment was to look for the tallest staircase on the
island if they really wanted to see me do my Tina Turner imitation.
I had come to the bottom of the gently sloping hillside where I stood with my
feet in the icy water looking off at the not-too-distant spot where it flowed
out to meet the Atlantic. I smelled the salt spray of the ocean as I looked
over at the flashing signal of the great lighthouse warning ships away from
the rocks of Devil s Bridge as it had for two hundred years. The sound of the
waves lapping against the shore soothed me almost as much as the laughter of
the people I loved coming from behind me. I could blow out the candles on my
cake at the end of the festivities later tonight and everyone would be urging
me to tell them what I yearned for. But as I stood here alone and stared up at
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the millions of stars that showed themselves from high overhead to the
farthest point on the horizon that I could see, I privately made all my wishes
for the year ahead.
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ten years after she screwed him.
Yeah, that s our shortcoming, Mercer. Cops can t pay these fools like the
tabloids do. Nobody wants to tell me zilch about a suspect. But stick a
microphone or a camera in their puss or offer em a hundred bucks for their
story and suddenly everyone knows who the killer was all along.
Not the big cheese. I saw Spector s comment in Monday sPost. Can t believe
his man did it. Harper has a brilliant mind. He s done some superb medical
studies for me.
Yeah, well maybe Coleman can study the effects of prison on the nervous
system for twenty-five years to life. Okay, Blondie, enough of this
stuff we re all off duty and out of the jurisdiction.
C mon, open up my present first. Mike reached over to the pile and handed
me a package. It was a red leather jewelry box wrapped in a large white bow. I
pulled off the ribbon and unfastened the clasp, lifting the lid to reveal a
glittering tiara. Nina grabbed it from my hand and sat it squarely on top of
my head while Mike assured me that it was a fake and that he d paid more for
the box than for the rhinestones.
Listen up, guys, Mike said. Joanie and I have arranged a gastronomic
birthday tour of the Vineyard my itinerary, her pocketbook. We start here, of
course, at the Outermost Inn, where I recommend you begin the evening with the
crab cakes followed by the lobster and then the homemade peppermint ice cream.
Tomorrow is breakfast with Primo coffee and bagels on the porch of the
Chilmark Store. Good food, good gossip. Lunch, the amazing Flynn sisters and
the world s best chowder and clams at the Bite. Dinner with Tony and David at
The Feast don t miss thepasta fra diavolo.
I kicked off my shoes and walked to the edge of the steps that led down to
the wide, rolling lawn bordered by Vineyard Sound.
Mike was touting Sunday breakfast at the Inn, Primo s pizza for lunch, and a
farewell dinner at the Red Cat the tenderloin with caramelized onion. He truly
had explored all the best local options for food.
Hughie s brother, James, was quietly singing about fire and rain in the
background while Mike continued to entertain the troops. He was telling them
that their weekend assignment was to look for the tallest staircase on the
island if they really wanted to see me do my Tina Turner imitation.
I had come to the bottom of the gently sloping hillside where I stood with my
feet in the icy water looking off at the not-too-distant spot where it flowed
out to meet the Atlantic. I smelled the salt spray of the ocean as I looked
over at the flashing signal of the great lighthouse warning ships away from
the rocks of Devil s Bridge as it had for two hundred years. The sound of the
waves lapping against the shore soothed me almost as much as the laughter of
the people I loved coming from behind me. I could blow out the candles on my
cake at the end of the festivities later tonight and everyone would be urging
me to tell them what I yearned for. But as I stood here alone and stared up at
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the millions of stars that showed themselves from high overhead to the
farthest point on the horizon that I could see, I privately made all my wishes
for the year ahead.
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