Grandma Ellie dated more than she had when she was single. A striking woman in her early seventies she’d help raise Maxine and when Maxine’s grandfather had died Grandma Ellie had been devastated.But after a year or so she’d started dating again.“Life is for the living,” she’d proclaimed more than once. But if anyone hurt her they’d have Maxine to deal with. She lived in a small apartment in the bottom half of Grandma Ellie’s house. Tanya started towards the screaming followed closely by Maxine and Detective Shannon.“Each member goes through an hour long initial screening.If she accepts them they pay anything from a one time fee of $1000.00 to upwards of ten to get her professional help and expert advice.”“Some of her clients are rich,” Maxine said airily. After all if a business man or company is looking for a key person for their company they’ll spend thousands in an executive search.And Tanya had had a hard time letting go of Zak, of what might have been.So when she’d told Maxine she’d found what she wanted to do with her life Maxine had been thrilled for her. Detective Patrick Shannon had expressed his doubts as well.“That’s a little harsh isn’t it? They were getting ready to practice some of the self defence moves she’d been working on. Maybe because she’d been involved in solving a few mysteries and people tended to get nasty when they thought you were onto them.Along with Detective Shannon.” She nodded at both of them smiling.From somewhere she’d found a blanket and she wrapped it around the young womans’ shoulders leading her to a nearby sofa.
Maxine had been injured herself as she’d struggled to find the truth behind what seemed to be a ghostly accident.Together they hoisted the woman up as everyone watched, not daring to breathe.Her hands grabbed desperately at air, at the smooth railing with no purchase afforded and finally at Detective Patrick Shannon, eyes terrified, breath coming in gasps as he righted her, with the help of the other man. An attractive man in his late twenties to early thirties he was wearing a suit that showed a body in good shape, sandy brown hair and a face that was both pleasant and at the same time completely forgettable.Dressed in suits and cocktail dresses most of them were trying desperately to pretend they were here, not out of a sense of desperation, but for a lark.
“After all, it’s not as if I can’t get a date,” Marla trilled. ” The owner of a designer discount store and an attractive woman in her early thirties she appeared to be appraising each man, trying to find the diamond in a pile of rubble.
No, her heart beat with the knowledge this man desired her as much, and maybe more, as she did him.