TERROR IN A TEAPOT EXCERPT TERROR IN A TEAPOT - SILVER SISTERS BOOK 2 | Page 24

Excerpt from Vanishing Act in Vegas

~Chapter 1~
Goldie Silver slammed down the phone. Can’t trust anyone
these days. Late again. I’ve had it! She stomped over to the stairs
at the back of the Silver Spoon Antique Shoppe and yelled,
“Rudy, get down here.”
A balding beanpole in his mid-sixties flew through the open
door and ran down the stairs. He tripped over an inert ball of
black fur at the bottom and caught hold of the stair rail for
support. The fat cat stretched, blinked and slinked toward his
favorite perch in the front window. Rudy Valentino turned his
back on the finicky feline.
With his shirt sleeves rolled up, orange fluorescent bowtie
askew and purple suspenders, Goldie’s assistant was an odd
looking duck. “What’s up, boss? Need something fixed?” He
looked at her expectantly.
She squinted to see the notes on her pad. “Yeah! See if you
can fix my problem with the D-C-C-R-M-F-R-R!”
Rudy looked heavenward. “The what?”
“The Russian customs department, that’s their initials. All
their agencies have names a mile long. Better yet, maybe you
could just call that darn Pistov Forwarders and see if you can get
them to track our shipment of Russian antiques. I swear, Juneau
has to be the hardest place in the world to get freight delivered.
I’ll never get those samovars here in time for the church ladies.”
“Don’t get your britches in a bunch, Goldie, it ain’t so bad.
There’s plenty of places worse’n this.”
“Like the moon?”
“Nope, Smarty Pants, right here in Alaska. Hey, take Sitka,
for instance. That church waited a whole year for a stained glass
window from some fancy Eye-talian glassmakers. They sent it to
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