The Cha-Cha Babes Series Part 1

The piercing sound of the phone startled Celia Ewing awake.
With a feeling of dread, she fumbled for her cell on the night table.
“Celia.” A female voice squeaked like a trapped mouse.
“Marcy? What’s going on?” Celia propped herself up on an elbow
and checked the clock on her nightstand. It was nearly 3:00 a.m.
“Um, big problem here. I need help.” Marcy’s voice sounded
Celia heard a wheezing intake of breath, and a guttural outtake.
“Marcy, honey, should I call 911?”
“No, no. Please. Just get over here. Just … but …” Then a hissing
sound. “Not home.”
Celia rubbed her half-closed eyes, then blinked them wide open.
“Where are you?”
“Get Deb. Come to Melvin’s office. Door lock … broken …
something blocking.” Marcy started her sentences like a fully inflated
balloon, slowly diminishing till the air rushed out in a big whoosh.
“Both … push door. Can’t get up.”
“Should I get help? A security guard? I don’t think …”
“No help, damn it! No outsiders. Don’t think! Get here pronto.”
Celia heard a loud grunt before Marcy hung up.
What in the world had Marcy gotten herself into, Celia wondered.
This wasn’t her beloved, vivacious friend’s first call for help,
but Marcy had never sounded this dire. Celia speed-dialed their
friend Deb, jumped up, and switched on the light above her queen sized
bed. No answer from Deb, who suffered from full-blown rheumatoid
arthritis and took sleeping pills every night. Deb and Marcy
were the only good friends she’d made in Boca Pelicano Palms,
Florida, the fifty-five-and-over retirement community where she’d
moved two years ago. The longest street was Pelican Way, which they
all lived on.

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Dinner with the Mob.

When I received the invitation to Grace’s dinner party, I was warned by my husband, Martin, to watch what I said. I am known for verbal tactlessness when it comes to criminality which is one of my major pet peeves. Whenever I come head-to-head with white collar fraud I tend to go off-the-charts about it. White collar crime, to me, is not a victimless crime. It hurts everyone – those who got ripped off and the general population that pays higher prices, costlier fees and increased insurance rates to make up for the theft. There was no getting out of going. All of the attendees were Martin’s life insurance clients.

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