By Barbara Allan
Spring has sprung a huge leak in far-from-serene Serenity, because the Mississippi River drops in for a longer remain. With houses and companies flooded, how larger to assist the city recuperate then through staging a church bazaar? Brandy Borne understands her mom Vivian's plan, how-ever is likely to lean towards strange, in particular whilst she hears mom wheedle a reclusive Russian heiress into donating the final Faberge egg ever created! whilst the profitable bidder turns up mortally scrambled, Brandy and mom prepare dinner up a plan to crack the case of this killer...Who is one heavily undesirable egg.
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Normally, I would say Vivian Borne held a secret the way a bucket with a hole in the bottom holds water. But in all these years, I had never heard a word from Mother about the improbable notion that a Serenity resident might own a fabled Fabergé egg. What next? “Would you fetch the Maltese Falcon for me, my precious? ” Nastasya Petrova stood, pulling herself up to her full five feet, and for a moment I thought she was going to ask that we leave; but instead, the woman crossed over to the photo of the Tsar and his family and removed the frame from the wall, revealing a small safe.
With that, we left a somewhat appeased Clifford Ashland, who went back in as we walked to my car. I had a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness. No one had yet mentioned other obvious pitfalls in auctioning off such a valuable and rare item—little things, like crowd control and police security…. Had Mother finally bitten off more than she could chew? Was she about to meet her Waterloo? And why was I rhyming all of a sudden? I looked at Mother, seated next to me in the car.
If only. All this must have taken place during Mother’s Florence Nightingale phase, when she would haunt the hospital hallways looking for any juicy piece of gossip, until finally the hospital staff barred her from the premises. Madam Petrova returned her attention to Mother. “So, Vivian, my darling. ” Now, usually that could take some time, but Mother surprised me by being relatively concise (for Mother). ” I goggled at her. This was all news to me. ” Mother clapped her hands together. I jumped a little.