Spies in Stilettos [Book Two]

Chapter Five: I Use More Forks Than We Have at My House

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Chapter Five

I Use More Forks Than We Have at My House

“It’s the painting! The one that the Alley Cat was after!”

Molly looked alarmed, glancing around nervously as I sank into my chair next to her at the dinner table, breathing hard from sprinting across the ballroom to get to the dining room in time. “Don’t say that so loudly, please!” she said, but she couldn’t hold back her curiosity. “So you saw it then? Or did Jer tell you?”

“I figured it out,” I said smugly, straightening my skirt as the black-suited servers began walking up and down the table, setting small plates of salad before each person.

“Don’t sound too proud.” Molly rolled her eyes, thanking the server with a smile as he set her salad before her. “I mean, didn’t you know this party had to do with an art exhibition? This Browning guy insisted that he show this painting, seeing as it’s like really priceless ‘cause some random person painted it.”

I shrugged, glancing around to see if people were eating. “I just knew it was a party, no one told me anything else.” As the guests started lifting lettuce to their mouths, I looked down at my place setting. “Um, which fork again?”

Molly tapped the outermost utensil. “Outside in, remember?”

Picking up a little fork, I speared a tomato. “But – okay, that’s the second time I’ve heard about this Browning guy – who is he?”

“If you’d been here five minutes ago,” said Molly around an olive, “you would know. Carolyn introduced him to us, he’s like some big chief executive of some bank – mega rich, in other words. Over there,” and she nodded down the table to our right.

I followed her gaze to the very head of the table where Browning sat. Carolyn sat on his right, and he was chatting with her blithely as they ate their salads. Patrick played with his in his spot next to Carolyn, tipping me a wink when he caught me looking at them from a good thirty feet away. Browning had his grey hair slicked back and square glasses perched on his nose, and from what I could see, he was dressed in the nicest suit I’d seen outside fashion magazines.

“He’s obsessed with this painting, I guess,” Molly was saying, “and he wanted to show it off tonight. Luckily Carolyn could host the party so that her brother could bring us in.”

I swallowed a lettuce leaf. “Wait, so you guys don’t want this thing exhibited?”

Maria leaned in from Molly’s right, saying, “Watch how loudly you’re talking, children, we don’t need all this to be broadcasted to the whole room.”