The Alpine Quilt
Chapter One
It was never hard to infuriate The Alpine Advocate readers. Even my mildest editorials could earn me such epithets as pinko, nazi, or psycho slut. But this time I’d gone too far. Without writing a single word, I’d managed to offend one of our business associates.
Buddy Bayard’s photo studio had done our darkroom work for years. Unfortunately, technology had caught up with him. After Buddy cussed me out over the phone and damned progress as well, my ears were still ringing.
Sitting at my desk, I looked up at my reporter, Scott Chamoud. “I warned you,” I said, “he’d be furious.”
Scott’s dark eyes—sable, I called them, the kind a woman could feel caressing her like the richest of furs—looked sad. “Maybe,” he lamented, “I should never have suggested that we update our photography process. But Kip MacDuff thought it was a terrific idea, and said he could handle it. Kip’s a real wizard when it comes to ... read full excerpt from The Alpine Quilt: An Emma Lord Mystery ebook
