TERROR IN A TEAPOT EXCERPT TERROR IN A TEAPOT - SILVER SISTERS BOOK 2 | Page 8

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. All their agencies have
names a mile long so I’m just giving you the initials, the English
ones anyway. 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.”