Time of Death. BEVERLY BARTONЧитать онлайн книгу.
Mike moved his gaze away from her and scanned the shop until he saw Maleah and Derek. As he headed toward them, Lorie rushed to catch up with him, but was waylaid by another customer.
“Do you have any more of those pastel lights, the kind I can use to decorate my Easter egg tree?” Carol Greene asked. “I can’t find the ones I bought last year and I’ve looked high and low.”
“I’ve sold out of them,” Lorie told her. “But I’m expecting more in a new shipment that should arrive by Wednesday.”
“Oh, good. Would you put back a couple of strands for me?”
“I’ll be more than happy to. Is there anything else I can help you with today?”
“That was it. The kids would be so disappointed if I didn’t decorate that little weeping willow we’ve got in the front yard.”
As soon as Carol walked off, Lorie made her way straight to where Maleah, Derek, and Mike were involved in a hushed conversation. She glanced around the shop and noticed that there were two customers still rummaging around. One customer, Paul Babcock, was shuffling through the assortment of antique postcards, the display arranged on top of one of the various glass cases in the store. Paul could spend hours searching for just the right card to add to his collection. She didn’t recognize the other customer, a young woman who seemed to be simply browsing.
As she approached them, Maleah, Derek, and Mike stopped talking and turned to face her. She ran her gaze from Maleah to Derek and then to Mike. Their somber expressions concerned her.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Is there any way we can talk in private?” Maleah asked. “Don’t you have somebody who comes in to help on weekends?”
“One of my part-time workers has a stomach virus. The other, who wasn’t supposed to work today, went out of town for the weekend.”
“Could you close the shop for, say, thirty minutes?” Derek asked.
“I could, but I still have two—” The doorbell chime jangled. Lorie looked over her shoulder. The lone remaining female customer—the one she didn’t recognize—walked out onto the sidewalk as the shop door closed behind her.
“Paul Babcock is deaf in one ear, but he refuses to wear a hearing aid,” Mike said. “He was in a hunting accident a few years back. I think we can feel certain he won’t overhear anything from where he’s standing over there.”
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