The Price of Beauty in Strawberry Land
Jackson, Tennessee
Larry Parker had called twice by the time I walked in the lobby door of the Peabody – it was almost eleven o’clock.
Marcie yelled across her desk, “Hey Carson, the police are looking for you this morning. A Captain Parker has already called twice. You in trouble?”
“I am always in trouble,” I shouted back. “Just sometimes more in trouble than others. Did he leave a number?”
“Yes, it’s on your desk, and your tux is hanging on your door.”
Dispatch quickly passed me through to Larry. I told him I was headed out of town and asked if he could arrange to meet me for lunch? I promised no more than a half-hour. He agreed, and I suggested we meet at Sandy’s on Summer Avenue – it was close to his office and convenient to my drive out of town.
Sandy’s was new…
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