Foreclosed: A Mitzy Neuhaus Mystery (A Mitzy Neuhaus Mystery, a Cozy Christian Collection) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Traci Tyne Hilton
the whole thing now.
“Oh dear,” Sabrina murmured with a half frown. She let her gaze drop to her coffee as Bruce looked her way.
“Unless there was a buyer for the house.” Mitzy was already planning how to fix this for her friend and his business.
“You all have a lien on the property. If a traditional sale goes through on it you’d be paid first.”
“You got some buyers hiding upstairs at Neuhaus?” Bruce asked with a laugh.
Mitzy was thinking about the Dinner with Degas. It was definitely time to buy an evening gown and find a date for the upcoming event. “Where my buyers are hiding is a secret I won’t even tell you friends.”
She nodded goodbye and walked out of the stoneworks office, pleased with a job well done. She was sure that this was a failed flip job and an upcoming foreclosure. If she could get along with Aerin for one evening…or possibly two, she could fix it all.
Sabrina gave one last longing look at the donut box and then followed her boss out.
Alonzo sat in the emergency room on his bed getting madder by the moment.
Concussion.
Whiplash.
A bleeding traffic ticket.
The ticket was the last thing he needed. His car was likely totaled. Why drive a Hummer if it can get totaled by a…what had that been? Oh. An armored car from the US treasury. A ticket for reckless driving was probably getting off lightly. He came to pretty quickly, though his head still hurt like well, like hell. He was trying to cut out the swearing but some things were just too much. And if Pastor Hank could say hell, so could Alonzo. Especially after totaling his car two months before it was paid off.
The hospital didn’t seem in any hurry to let him out. Sitting in this room was making him livid, and the madder he got the worse his head hurt. He pressed his nurse call button three more times. Where the…had his nurse gone? Not much better than actually swearing , he thought. Sorry, Lord .
Thinking with God in mind had been an easier habit to develop than on his knees praying, which he never did much of. He didn’t do much of anything formally now that he was a Christian. But maybe he’d better.
The hope he had that God would help him get control over his anger had been a big selling point for the born-again thing. He caught a glance of himself in the mirror. Both his forehead and his cheek were purple with bruises. He was lucky his head hadn’t gone through the windshield.
The nurse came in, looking as annoyed as he felt. “Yes?” she said without making eye contact.
“Am I getting out of here?” He spoke through gritted teeth, but at least he spoke and didn’t yell.
“Not likely. Is that all?”
“No it is not all. Where is the doctor and why am I not getting out of here?”
“The doctor is with emergency patients, sir.” Sir sounded like an insult when she said it. “He will see you as soon as he is able. In the meantime, he would like you to lie down and rest, but try not to fall asleep. Would you like the television on?” She picked up the remote and turned on the TV. The noise hit him like a wall; he doubled up and barfed all over the floor.
He was pretty sure if he sat up his head would fall off, but he heard the nurse pull the curtain around his bed as she left. He closed his eyes and hoped the janitor would come quickly, or the smell of the vomit would make him do it again.
After clean up and much consultation with the doctor on rotation and the regular doctor, he was given the bed for the afternoon, some pain medication and the same caution against falling asleep.
The television was just too much for him so he turned on the radio.
It had been a day of interruptions, first the call from Alonzo interrupted her television show planning, and then the call from her renter interrupted the renovation planning. And then as soon as Mitzy was back at her desk, the phone rang again.
The station manager had called and begged her to fill in some empty time this
“Oh dear,” Sabrina murmured with a half frown. She let her gaze drop to her coffee as Bruce looked her way.
“Unless there was a buyer for the house.” Mitzy was already planning how to fix this for her friend and his business.
“You all have a lien on the property. If a traditional sale goes through on it you’d be paid first.”
“You got some buyers hiding upstairs at Neuhaus?” Bruce asked with a laugh.
Mitzy was thinking about the Dinner with Degas. It was definitely time to buy an evening gown and find a date for the upcoming event. “Where my buyers are hiding is a secret I won’t even tell you friends.”
She nodded goodbye and walked out of the stoneworks office, pleased with a job well done. She was sure that this was a failed flip job and an upcoming foreclosure. If she could get along with Aerin for one evening…or possibly two, she could fix it all.
Sabrina gave one last longing look at the donut box and then followed her boss out.
Alonzo sat in the emergency room on his bed getting madder by the moment.
Concussion.
Whiplash.
A bleeding traffic ticket.
The ticket was the last thing he needed. His car was likely totaled. Why drive a Hummer if it can get totaled by a…what had that been? Oh. An armored car from the US treasury. A ticket for reckless driving was probably getting off lightly. He came to pretty quickly, though his head still hurt like well, like hell. He was trying to cut out the swearing but some things were just too much. And if Pastor Hank could say hell, so could Alonzo. Especially after totaling his car two months before it was paid off.
The hospital didn’t seem in any hurry to let him out. Sitting in this room was making him livid, and the madder he got the worse his head hurt. He pressed his nurse call button three more times. Where the…had his nurse gone? Not much better than actually swearing , he thought. Sorry, Lord .
Thinking with God in mind had been an easier habit to develop than on his knees praying, which he never did much of. He didn’t do much of anything formally now that he was a Christian. But maybe he’d better.
The hope he had that God would help him get control over his anger had been a big selling point for the born-again thing. He caught a glance of himself in the mirror. Both his forehead and his cheek were purple with bruises. He was lucky his head hadn’t gone through the windshield.
The nurse came in, looking as annoyed as he felt. “Yes?” she said without making eye contact.
“Am I getting out of here?” He spoke through gritted teeth, but at least he spoke and didn’t yell.
“Not likely. Is that all?”
“No it is not all. Where is the doctor and why am I not getting out of here?”
“The doctor is with emergency patients, sir.” Sir sounded like an insult when she said it. “He will see you as soon as he is able. In the meantime, he would like you to lie down and rest, but try not to fall asleep. Would you like the television on?” She picked up the remote and turned on the TV. The noise hit him like a wall; he doubled up and barfed all over the floor.
He was pretty sure if he sat up his head would fall off, but he heard the nurse pull the curtain around his bed as she left. He closed his eyes and hoped the janitor would come quickly, or the smell of the vomit would make him do it again.
After clean up and much consultation with the doctor on rotation and the regular doctor, he was given the bed for the afternoon, some pain medication and the same caution against falling asleep.
The television was just too much for him so he turned on the radio.
It had been a day of interruptions, first the call from Alonzo interrupted her television show planning, and then the call from her renter interrupted the renovation planning. And then as soon as Mitzy was back at her desk, the phone rang again.
The station manager had called and begged her to fill in some empty time this
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