When Ke’ri Gla’d’s caught a cab at her hotel to head for the Machpelah Cemetery late on Halloween, she was unaware that a certain black Lexus, some distance behind, was following her to that same destination.
“Not too near, not too far,” Romeo said to India, as he drove down the street, following the yellow taxi, several cars in front.
“Here’s hoping she doesn’t catch on, and that she doesn’t make too many detours,” India agreed.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind a drive-thru, which she might do, given how much she been eatin’,” Romeo decided.
“You’ve got no room to talk, honey!” India exclaimed with a laugh. “I swear, both your legs are hollow. I don’t know where you put it all!”
“An’ there she goes, into th’ coffee shop drive-thru,” Romeo said in satisfaction. “I’mma get me a big ol’ café breve, like Meg likes, an’ a Danish. You want…
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