CHAPTER 9
THE MUSIC BLARING from Nadia’s car stereo had only just faded into the distance when the entry phone by the front door buzzed, making me jump.
I picked my way over and pressed the button. “Who is it?”
“Delivery from Ee-Zee Clean.”
Wow, that was quick. “I’ll get the gates.”
Nadia hadn’t been kidding about the truck. It took the man four trips to carry everything into the house, and he choked a little the first time he walked through the door.
“It’s my first day on the job,” I hurried to point out, just in case he thought I was in any way responsible for the mess.
“Better you than me, ma’am.”
By the time he’d stacked a vacuum cleaner, floor polisher, carpet washer, gloves, dusters, mops, buckets, paper towels, an iron and ironing board plus every type of cleaning liquid, po
