Under Cold Stone A Constable Molly Smith Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
BANFF, ALBERTA. SUNDAY NOON. The Lighthouse Keeper was almost full when Lucky Smith entered. A woman called out, “Be with you in a sec,” as she crossed the room carrying plates piled high with pancakes and sausages, eggs and potatoes and toast. The place was warm and redolent with damp wool drying, strong coffee, and hearty, greasy breakfasts. “Table for one?” the waitress asked, reaching for a menu. She was about Lucky’s age with a worn face and wary eyes and an inch of gray roots in too-black hair twisted into a rough bun. “I’m looking for Tracey. Is she around?”“I’ll get her.”The waitress went through to the kitchen and Tracey came out almost immediately, carrying a coffeepot. She headed for a table, poured refills, asked if everything was okay. Only when her duties were finished did she approach Lucky. “Mrs. Smith? Thanks for coming.”“Can you talk? You’re busy, and I don’t want to take you away from your work.”“Kev said it’s okay if I take my break now.”
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