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Up In Smoke: Miss Fortune World: Wholly Moses!, #2
Up In Smoke: Miss Fortune World: Wholly Moses!, #2
Up In Smoke: Miss Fortune World: Wholly Moses!, #2
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Up In Smoke: Miss Fortune World: Wholly Moses!, #2

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Eager to move out of the Sinful Inn, Moses May Murphy enlists the help of Ida Belle and Gertie. Surely, they know of housing a woman in Mo's position can afford. Or do they? Just when Mo doubts them, they take her to a little gem of a house and it's right up Mo's alley.
 

Unfortunately, the previous owner died under conditions only Mo considers suspicious. Darlene was a terrible cook, so no one questioned her death from a burning casserole. But Mo knows better, and it doesn't take long to convince the Sinful women she's right. The real problem is persuading Deputy Carter LeBlanc and the banker to open an investigation.

To catch a killer the reluctant Mo agrees to be part of a sure-to-backfire plan of action that sends her to the Swamp Bar looking for answers where she finds out that, yes, things can get worse!

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Release dateAug 17, 2018
ISBN9781386774013
Up In Smoke: Miss Fortune World: Wholly Moses!, #2

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    Up In Smoke - Kamaryn Kelsey

    Author's note:

    This is Book 2 in the Wholly Moses series and is not intended to standalone.

    This is a work of fiction. Other than Jana DeLeon's original story elements, the characters and names are creations of the author's imagination.

    CHAPTER 1

    Moses May Murphy blasted the front of her straight bangs with as much force as she had left in her lungs. It was either that, or reach over the counter and strangle the manager/owner of the Sinful Inn. Which wouldn't be hard to do, even though Mo was a short woman. The owner was a bone thin asthmatic who chain-smoked cigarettes, and seemed proud of the fact that he was missing nearly every other tooth in his mouth, and no two in a row. That was quite an accomplishment... in his mind.

    Of course, there was a positive side to giving into that impulse. She'd automatically be given accommodations by the State of Louisiana and not have to haggle over the price. But the downside of that whole thing was the tiny prison cell, the probable felonious cellmate, the record, the mug shot, the very good chance of assault in all its various ugly forms, be it in the yard or the shower or the dining room. Plus, those jumpsuits? Not her favorite color, and the fit? Oh, no, no. Her best course was to try explaining basic economics (AGAIN) to a man who thought economics meant giving each room one towel and washcloth, rather than two.

    Mo took a deep breath, pasted a semblance of a smile back on her frustrated face, and started over. Listen, Eugene, how much does a room cost per night?

    Would that be a full night?

    Mo bit her tongue, hard, and responded mildly. Yes, one full night.

    Thirty-five dollars plus tax, he rattled off. Course, if you want extras...

    Mo cut him off before he got lost down that road again. NO, Eugene. One night, no extras is thirty-five plus tax. He gave her a blank look. Right? she prodded.

    Oh, yeah, right. Course we rent by the hour. That's twenty bucks and pretty steady business. He winked like it was a secret unknown by half the state. Mo let it pass.

    The screen door behind her slammed, but she didn't turn to look. She wasn't budging until she got what she came for, no matter how long the hourly renters had to wait for a room.

    So, how much is a room for a week? she asked.

    I dunno. We never had anyone ask.

    Well, I'm asking, she said in an ever-hard-to-be-pleasant voice.

    Let me think. He pulled out a calculator and punched in a few numbers. That's $245 plus tax. He looked so proud of himself.

    How much is a room for a month? Mo ground out, the tremor in her voice barely noticeable.

    Depends.

    Mo closed her eyes. She shoved her hands under her armpits, or she might act instinctively, the way one does when seeing a nasty spider that needs to be squashed. Depends on what, Eugene?

    How many days are in the month.

    Please, dear lord, just send a bolt of lightning. It doesn't matter which one of us you take. Just put one of us out of my misery. You can even take us both as long as I'm not his eternal seat partner on the slow train through hell!

    Eugene, shouldn't it cost less if you rent longer, since it costs more if you rent shorter? That's how it works at the big hotel chains.

    He scratched his head as he thought about it. Guess that's why we ain't expanded to the city. Then he looked at the clock. I'm gonna be late for Wheel of Fortune if you keep askin' me those hard questions, he complained.

    Mo would gladly have deferred to a higher authority but, unfortunately, Eugene Mooney was the pinnacle of family success, his family having owned and operated the Sinful Inn since it opened for the launching of the invention of the wheel. And Eugene was currently the most capable of the family to run the motel, the rest either being over 80, overly obese, under 18, or under educated. Mo pinched the bridge of her nose. Was it just her, or did that feel a little sharper than it used to... like twenty minutes ago when she started this treadmill conversation?

    From behind her, a man cleared his throat. She was about to turn when she saw Eugene's nicotine stained face turn nearly white and he stood as straight as a man in his condition could. Yes, sir? he said to the newcomer.

    Mo's mouth dropped in indignation. Of all the nerve! Before she could turn and give the man a piece of her mind, because that's all that was left of it, he said, I'm in no hurry, Eugene. I just came to check your records, to make sure everything is in order. I'm sure all your guests have properly registered for the night, and there are no 'business women' taking advantage of you. But go ahead and finish up with this lady first. I believe you were about to give her the usual discount for long staying guests.

    She hid her grin as Eugene nearly came unglued. She'd never seen him use a calculator so efficiently. Or maybe he just pretended to because a second later he had a figure for her. Uh, how does $100 plus tax a week sound? Before Mo could respond, he added, And I'll knock off fifteen bucks 'cuz you don't use our linens.

    Mo held out her hand for the registry book. It's a deal. Eugene shook her hand, and Mo's eyes bugged as she tried not to gag at the brown sticky fingers grasping hers. Lord,

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