TERROR IN A TEAPOT EXCERPT TERROR IN A TEAPOT - SILVER SISTERS BOOK 2 | Page 19

“Murder. That’s what. Someone bumped off the new
Russian Orthodox priest.”
“Oh, that’s awful.”
Godiva cleared her throat. “Of course it’s awful, but Goldie
lucked out. See, the victim was sent to replace the old priest
who’s retiring. The church ladies wanted an antique samovar as
a retirement gift and Goldie ordered some from Russia. The
shipment is late and those women have been driving Goldie
nuts.”
“So now the pressure’s off because the new guy’s dead and
they have to wait for another replacement? Man, some luck!”
Angel leaned back in her chair and frowned.
“Okay, I know it seems petty, but Goldie really sounded
frazzled. I’d like you to give her a call and get all the details. I
offered your help to track that shipment down. There, see? I’m
not so selfish. I did two nice things in one day.”
Angel smiled. “Sure, Boss, if anyone can find it, I can. Maybe
it’s sitting on a dock somewhere.”
After talking to Goldie, she looked over all of the information and placed an international call. Angel first tried the antique
warehouse of Minsky & Pinsky in Vladivostok, but had no luck
getting through. “No wonder Goldie couldn’t reach them. The
number’s been disconnected.”
Godiva looked confused. “Disconnected? Why don’t you go
online? Maybe they’ve moved. Meanwhile, I’ve got to call Caesar.
He said he’d go to the ends of the earth for me. Now’s his chance
to prove it.”
She picked up the phone and dialed Caesar Romano’s
number while Angel logged on to Google.
After about twenty minutes of pounding keys, Angel let out a
low whistle. “Well, I can tell you one thing, Boss. Those guys
aren’t going to be returning anyone’s calls. Take a look at this.”
Two sheets of paper fluttered out of the printer. She grabbed
them and slapped them down on Godiva’s desk with a solid
thump.
Godiva picked up the top sheet. “What’s this? Something
from a Russian newspaper?”