Filthy Stinking Rich: Miss Fortune World: Wholly Moses!, #3

By Kamaryn Kelsey

While Mo waits for the slow moving insurance adjuster to approve the cleaning of the Sinful Inn, she takes on a desperation job. After three days with Fortune, even Merlin the cat is on edge. So when Ida Belle learns from Delta Davis that her brother, Skinny Davis, is off blowing his huge jackpot lottery winnings, she gets Mo a job cleaning Skinny's house.

As it turns out, old Skinny isn't so lucky. Her first night on the job, Mo finds him propped up in his outhouse, dead and stark naked, except for footwear. By the time the police arrive, Skinny has disappeared, and he's found drifting in a rowboat on the bayou the next morning- without the footwear. Did the "suddenly eager to help" neighbors kill Skinny for the never cashed lottery ticket? They offer Mo a share of the winning ticket and she plays along, hoping to find the truth behind Skinny's mysterious disappearing act.

When the crap hits the fan and the dirty truth finally comes out, it's up to the women to save the day. And they do with the style and flare only Sinful women are capable of.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J&R Fan Fiction
• Release date: Aug 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9781540163479

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Author's note:

This is Book 3 in the Wholly Moses series and is not intended to standalone.

This is a work of fiction. Other than Jana DeLeon's original story elements, the characters and names are creations of the author's imagination.

CHAPTER 1

Mo Murphy's head snapped and she quickly opened her eyes, hoping no one saw her dozing on Fortune's front porch. With a yawn she watched the puffy white clouds go over Sinful, Louisiana. Very slowly. The only other things moving were the bugs. An occasional bird hopped around Fortune's front yard, but that was it. Mo, you've got to do something! And fast, or you'll grow roots and people will come by to stare at you. Finally, the rocking chair and the silence got to her, and she dozed off again.

I thought you'd be busy at the motel. I bet Eugene is chomping at the bit.

Mo sat up. Tony! She rubbed her eyes and said, I doubt he's chomping anything with those teeth! Unfortunately, we're restricted to one speed right now- that of the adjuster who is at full stop. And he's not in a big hurry to get moving, trust me! She stretched and he could see she wore yet another oversize T-shirt, borrowed from Fortune. I almost wonder if it wouldn't have been better not knowing about the renter coverage, she sighed. I keep hoping the adjuster will ask me for my list and give me a little check so I can buy a pair of socks to call my own. But until he decides to start doling out the money, Eugene and I are on hold.

Tony chuckled and sat in a chair next to Mo's. And you haven't been shopping for anything?

It's kind of hard with the whole no shoes policy. Because I have no shoes, and the borrowed flip-flops? They must have been some of the first ones ever made. They're so hardened with age they feel like boards. I think Gertie found them in her attic, and soon they'll be in the trash. I finally asked Fortune if she'd grab me a few necessary items, like more underwear and a bra, the next time she went to Walmart with Ida Belle and Gertie, since Walter doesn't carry much in the way of clothes, unless you need it for hunting or fishing. Mo turned her eyes sideways. And I know that's the whole reason you stopped. Everyone wants to hear my woes. She gave him an apologetic smile. Sorry, I didn't mean to monopolize the conversation. What brings you by?

Tony checked his watch. It's time for lunch, he said.

Wow, would you look at that? You're right, Mo said with a yawn as she rose and invited him into the house. Do you want a sandwich? I was going to make one for myself. He followed her to the kitchen, and she looked up to see him staring at her chest. Oversize T-shirts weren't going to hide much without a good bra, especially when the oversize was meant for a woman Fortune's size. She turned and opened the fridge, grateful for the blast of cold air on her hot face. Then the irony of the situation caught her off guard, and in her still emotionally fragile state she began to laugh. She closed the fridge door and leaned on it, still laughing.

Tony looked concerned. Are you okay?

Why does everyone keep asking me that? she giggled. Why wouldn't I be? I'm wearing borrowed clothes that are much too small, and I'm digging through another person's fridge, showing off my backside in a pair of spandex leggings. She continued chuckling as she turned back to the fridge and pulled out sandwich fixings. I'm in desperate need of clothes, Tony! And poor Fortune. I don't know how much more she can take. Have you ever seen her get that scary look in her eyes?

You mean like this?

Tony shot her a dangerous look, and Mo replied, Almost, but more lethal. I have to get out of her hair soon, for her sanity and my safety! Neither of us counted on more than a couple of days. It's been three days, so I think we've reached the drop-off point and I'm in over my head! Even Merlin hisses when he sees me. I can take hint!

She put the items on the counter, washed her hands, and began to work. I guess you get bologna, whether or not you like it. Apparently Fortune doesn't, which is good for us... if we like bologna. She put the plates on the table and slapped a sandwich down on each. She gave him a sly look. I make a mean bologna sandwich, Tony. Is there a need for sandwich designers around here?

He took a bite, choked, and shook his head. It's mean all right. What did you do to it?

I clean for a living, remember?

How can you mess up a bologna sandwich? he asked.

Fine- cross sandwich designer off the list of potential jobs, Mo said. You know, if I had a job I wouldn't be in this desperate situation. Any suggestions?

Get a job, he told her.

Thanks, genius! As what? I don't have the patience to deal with stupid people, and my mouth gets me into trouble, so any job that puts me in direct contact with the public? Uhm, I'm thinking not so good a choice. My ex-business partner was the face of the business. He did the talking and client hand holding. I worked behind the scene.

There has to be something you like doing, he insisted.

I like driving. Well, at least when I had a car. I thought about getting my license to drive a big rig. What do you think?

How about a school bus? he suggested.

When she quit laughing, she asked, "How about you just blow my head off now? What part of I have no patience dealing with stupid people- that would be the parents- and my mouth gets me in trouble- that would be yelling at the kids- did you not