Hurrying along the tourist crowded street, Danela kept her head down, but stopped occasionally to clandestinely look into shop windows, checking to see if the Sampas were following her. A quick glance at her watch told her the Sampas were arriving at Vivian’s empty shop, and she needed to get away without drawing attention to … Continue reading Without a prayer

Gathering the lunch plates, Pauley carried the remains of their meal into the kitchen. While they waited for Vivian to come back, she helped Lenore prepared caipirinhas. “I did not know Señora Vivian before she came to live here,” Lenore quartered limes picked from Vivian’s garden, muddling the fruit chunks in two glasses with a … Continue reading Pretty in pink

Vivian opened her door, stepping out onto the asphalt. Pauley shook her head, making no move to join Vivian outside. Holding up a well-shod foot, Pauley demanded an explanation. “Do you see what I’m wearing? You really expect me to walk hell knows how far in my Jimmy Choos? These are $400 Espadrilles!” “I know … Continue reading Walk a mile in my shoes

Pauley felt like shooting her. Vivian could be so incredibly exasperating. “Viv, just do what you do, and I’ll do what I do,” Pauley checked the holster on her hip. “I’ll stay in the back and wait, you go out front, business as usual.” Vivian handed Pauley her empty coffee cup and turned away with … Continue reading Out going mail

“You aren’t seriously doing the tacky tourist thing and taking pictures with your smartphone?” Vivian walked up behind Pauley on the street outside of Café Suplicy. “At least use a real point and shoot.” “Your sense of humor is as droll as ever,” Pauley looked at the display on her camera phone. “I’m not taking … Continue reading Point and shoot