tailieunhanh - Conferences Are Murder

Mid-Atlantic, April 1993 I could murder for some proper orange juice," Lindsay Gordon grumbled, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the plastic cup of juice on her airline breakfast tray. She sipped suspiciously. It managed to be both sharp and sickly at the same time. "You know, something that tastes like it once met an orange. This stuff hasn't even been shown a photograph." "You'd better get used to it," Sophie Hartley said, peeling the lid back from her own cup and knocking back the liquid. She winced. "Not that it'll be easy | Conferences Are Murder Val McDermid Conferences Are Murder Author Vai McDermid Category Thriller Website http Date 18-October-2012 Page 1 142 http Conferences Are Murder Val McDermid Prologue Mid-Atlantic April 1993 I could murder for some proper orange juice Lindsay Gordon grumbled wrinkling her nose in disgust at the plastic cup of juice on her airline breakfast tray. She sipped suspiciously. It managed to be both sharp and sickly at the same time. You know something that tastes like it once met an orange. This stuff hasn t even been shown a photograph. You d better get used to it Sophie Hartley said peeling the lid back from her own cup and knocking back the liquid. She winced. Not that it ll be easy. Think you can survive two weeks without freshly squeezed juice Lindsay shrugged. Who knows If it was only the juice. Sophie snorted. Hark at it. This is the woman whose idea of healthy eating used to be adding a tin of baked beans to bacon sausage egg and chips. Listen Gordon you can t come the California health freak with me. I can remember when the nearest thing to fruit juice in your flat was elderberry wine. Huh Lindsay grunted. Don t get superior with me just because you used to eat your vegetables raw even though you could afford the gas bill. Anyway I m not a California health freak. It would take more than a bunch of New Age born-again hippies to change Lindsay Gordon let me tell you. First thing I m going to do when I get off this plane is head for a chip shop and get tore in to a fish supper. Sophie shook her head smiling. You can t fool me Gordon. Three years in California and you re working out eating salad twice a day swallowing vitamins like Smarties even wearing jumpers made from reclaimed wool. You re a California girl now like it or not. Lindsay shuddered. Rubbish. The odd jog up the beach that s all and I was doing that long before America. Sophie grinned affectionately at her lover and wisely held her peace. Ladies and .