Cozy Mystery 1st POV FF Dialogue
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I'd always found something invigorating about breaking bread with an enemy, especially if you were able to thwart them in some small way. I tilted my head to make it seem like I was considering her comments even though of course I was not. First of all, I was only 71 and second, I'd heard her ask me to pass the butter perfectly well and had been ignoring her on purpose. Plus she was only two years younger than me but told people she was 59. I mean, honestly, I hear you just retired. Emily said, what from? I met her gaze government work. I didn't add that everything to do with my former career was classified. How interesting Emily said politely but Wadia Snooky started but I held up my hand for silence. She sniffed. Jeez. Really? Irma Pop. Will you? Excuse me, please? Ladies. I said, Snooky's mouth was still open as I jogged out to the street. I was probably making too much out of those three noises. Truth be told I did have a bit of, well, the word paranoid had been used to describe me at times which honestly was just silly. I was alive in my seventies when I'd seen people much younger and brighter than I wiped off the board. I fast walked to the origin of the noises. Thankful for my sensible footwear choices this morning and that there was a small poisoned blade tucked into the heel of my left sneaker. Then I heard the screaming. I did a quick weapons check. Now that I was a newly minted civilian, I didn't carry a gun with me. A decision. I tried not to fault myself for but I did have two. She and throwing stars tucked into my purse left over from an impromptu star throwing contest from the week before plus the shoe blade, my feet slapped the pavement as I picked up the pace, my arms pumping, adrenaline blazing. This was going to be fun slowing down before I could be seen in the glass storefront by whoever was plundering Renee's gems. I crouched in front of the store beside Rene's and fumbled in my handbag. I had a mirror on a telescoping wand. I sometimes used to check if there was a bomb under my car just in case it was like one of those selfie sticks but actually useful. My heart rate sped up even while a calm settled over me. A figure in black, average height wearing a dark colored ski mask was busily robbing the store. The robber had his hand on the security guard. His face was calm before his eyes caught mine in the little mirror. He was trying to be brave, the poor thing. But the robber raised the gun aiming it at his head. His eyes were huge. I had seen that look before my pulse quickened and I dashed to Spa La la next door and ran through its reception area. I'd been there many times and knew where the back exit was. I just had to make sure I got to the alleyway behind the store in time. My arms pumped as I ran darting around boxes of bikini waxing strips and mustache lighteners. I eased the back door open and thrust my mirror through the crack. Adrenaline pulsing through my veins. A few deep breaths centered me. There was a white panel van, the windows tinted the license plate visible which meant it was probably stolen. I tried to sort out how to storm into the alleyway, liberate the guard and kick the kidnapper right in the liver. But the engine was already roaring. Reaching into my handbag. I palmed a throwing star and launched it at the back of the van to mark it just above the right edge of the bumper. It caught and sunk into the metal. The driver hit the gas and the wheel squealed as the van shot forward. Then the robber reached out the window and aimed his 22 right at me.