Murder By Chance (Betty Chance Mystery)
““You’re kidding aren’t you?” Betty asked, as the elevator began its descent. Tom Jones’ She’s A Lady thumped through the overhead speakers and bounced around the compartment. The sleep mahogany walls were polished to perfection. A glass picture case on the back wall featured the showroom’s upcoming headliners. Jay Leno would be at Moose Bay the next week. On the walls, a slim ceiling to floor mirror accented the cubicles. Mirrored tiles dotted the ceiling. Behind the glistening glass, security cameras were capturing their every move.
Tillie shrugged her shoulders, “Maybe. But it’s a good thing I didn’t know Farsi had that kind of money on him. I wouldn’t have been able to drive while I was sitting in his lap.”
Betty laughed. “Actually, the money wasn’t on him. It was in his luggage.”
In an exasperated tone Tillie added, “It was underneath my butt the entire trip? I was sitting on a fortune and I didn’t even know it.”
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