Page 33 of Murder on Charity Lane

“What if we do it here?” she asked him.

His forehead creased. “The yoga class?”

“I’ll find an instructor online.”

“And?”

She felt herself blush. “I’ll wear my tracksuit.”

“Now that is a deal.”

She showed him where to move the furniture, then she found a beginner’s yoga class on YouTube. She changed into her cashmere sweats, enjoyed Anthony’s supportive leering, and grumbled through the first few poses. Then she started enjoying herself. Strict poses and regimented breathing techniques were right up her alley. Meditation was more difficult, but she managed to ignore the buzzing of her phone until after the final namaste.

Ocean

Mrs. B heard about the death in Hope Ranch.

Is everyone free at two this afternoon?

Marigold Cottages Murder Collective

at Hamilton’s house

“Oh, lovely,” she murmured, feeling a lightness in her chest.

Anthony glanced at her.

“Another murder mystery.”

“The dead guy from that party?” he asked.

She nodded. “Ocean’s girlfriend’s boss.”

“You’re afraid of leggings, but murder doesn’t scare you.”

“Murder does scare me,” she told him. “But no other puzzle has so many moving pieces. I like the challenge. And leggings have no dignity.”

“Neither does death,” Anthony said.

“Surely, that depends on the death?”

“You’re sexy when you’re wrong,” he said, putting a hand on her cashmere hip.

She felt herself color. “That makes no sense.”

He gave her one of his blank looks. She didn’t like expressions she couldn’t unravel, so she turned back to her phone.

Hamilton

MCMC!

Marigold Cottages Murder Collective.

MC squared.

Which means we equal E.

Because E=MC2.