“Somehow, dinner parties seem quite flat without a murderer,” Nora commented outside their luxury hotel. “Ours was much more entertaining.”
“If we’d stayed much longer, there would have been one,” Nick replied. “I was ready to either commit one or drown myself in a martini.”
“That would be a waste of good gin,” she chided.
“They didn’t have any good gin,” he grumbled. “Another reason to leave for our hotel, as it has an excellent bar.”
Nora looked down at her sleek evening gown. “Nicky, I’m hardly dressed for a hotel bar.”
He winked at her. “They’ll let you in.