#Find a grave ma tv#

And then came November, when the trees should have been turning brown and gaunt. October would come and he would be expecting the first frost on the windows, but there was nothing but the cloud of humidity. September would come and he would be waiting for that cool kiss in the air, yet the temperature stayed in the nineties. He still wasnР Р†Р вЂљРІвЂћСћt used to it-even after three years of living in Florida. He stood there, breathing in the salt and night-blooming jasmine, holding the cold beer bottle against his forehead. He cranked open the jalousie windows, and the warm gulf breeze wafted in. Finally, after a moment, he muted the sound and tossed the remote aside.

#Find a grave ma tv#

He went to the TV and punched the remote, unleashing a rainbow of light and sitcom laughter into the shadows. There was one lamp on in the living room, but the small cottage seemed dark and stale from being closed up. He stood there for a moment, letting the cold air wash over his sweaty face, then grabbed the beer and closed the fridge.

One Heineken and a carton of Chinese takeout probably left over from the Ice Age. He had half expected to come home and see a cat carcass lying on the floor.

At least his weasel landlord Pierre had been taking care of things like he promised. The other bowl was filled with clean water. He shook a bag of Tender Vittles into the bowl on the floor. He headed to the kitchen, tossing the stack of mail on the counter. The cat looked up at him, its tail swishing on the terrazzo. Р Р†Р вЂљРЎС™Honey, IР Р†Р вЂљРІвЂћСћm home,Р Р†Р вЂљРЎСљ he said, throwing down his bag. He dug out the fliers and envelopes and opened the door. At least it was enough to keep him in grouper sandwiches at TimmyР Р†Р вЂљРІвЂћСћs Nook for the next few months. The woman got two grand for medical bills. Surveillance of a woman who was suing a big trucking company because a semi had clipped her Honda and left her Р Р†Р вЂљРЎС™permanently disabled and in extreme mental stress.Р Р†Р вЂљРЎСљ He had spent four days tailing her with a video camera, finally getting a shot of her banging her car floor mats against the fender of her car-after she had come home from the beauty salon. The job up in Tampa had been dull and drawn out. Grabbing his overnight bag, he got out and headed to the cottage. He reached over and popped the glove box, pulling out his Glock. Louis Kincaid turned off the engine and just sat there, looking at the lights.Р вЂќР’В«ut there were no fireflies here. A stiff breeze was blowing in from the gulf, moving the fronds and sending the lights bobbing and dancing like fireflies on a hot summer night. He had the top down on the Mustang and he could see them as he drove up, a cluster of small white lights that someone had strung on the coconut palm in his yard.