sure?â
Simon nodded. âVery. They were having a pretty intense conversation. This one here was even crying at one point.â
âThatâs good to know,â I said, puzzled. I turned my attention to the couple. âHi, you two. Come to see the garden?â
Sandra tucked a strand of dark hair back into her ponytail and smiled. âWe thought weâd take the tour since weâre not busy yet. Is it too early? The sign says you donât open until noon.â
âThatâs the plan,â I said. Even though I was pressed for time, I felt glad that some of the other merchants wanted to see the garden.
âDo you have time to show us around?â Sandrawas wearing jeans and a T-shirt with their logo, a happy-looking cow and the words: Organic Artisanal Cheese Fresh Daily! Maybe it would turn out that we could work together, I thought with a glimmer of hope. Maybe she and Martin would oppose the petition to close the garden.
âSure, I can squeeze in a quick tour.â
âNate and I will make sure everything is good to go,â Jackson said.
So, while they kept working I gave a tour through the front sections of the garden. Simon trailed along with the tour. Sandra and Martin seemed both interested and impressed with the work weâd done. Sandra was especially interested in the section of plants for painâlike feverfew for migraines, cramp bark for menstrual cramps, and arnica for muscle aches.
âItâs amazing that this little flower can help stop a headache,â she said, examining the feverfew plant, which had small daisylike heads. âIâve had bad migraines for ages now. I wonder if it would help me.â
âAre your migraines connected with hormonal changes?â I asked.
âMy gynecologist thinks they are.â
âThen I can suggest some good supplements that might help.â
âGreat. Iâd also like to pick up some arnica. I broke my shoulder in a fall a few years ago, and I had to wait almost a month to have the surgery, and then . . . it didnât go well. So now Iâm left with chronic pain. I tried talking to that doctor about natural remedies, but he was very dismissive. Long story, short: heâs no longer my doctor and Iâm looking for alternatives tohandle the pain, besides relying on prescription painkillers.â
âI think thatâs smart. Can I askâwho was this doctor?â
âI shouldnât say.â She turned to Martin and said something that I couldnât hear. âHeâs local.â
âAnd a real jerk,â Martin added.
Sandra squeezed his hand. âItâs okay, honey.â
Simon shot me a look and I knew we were thinking the same thing. What were the chances that the doctor was Charles Whiteâan orthopedic surgeonâand that Sandra was the one whoâd been suing him for the botched surgery?
As we headed toward the back of the garden to continue the tour, Sandra surprised me by saying, âWhere did they find Dr. White? I have to admit, Iâm a real true-crime junkie. I read about it and watch it on TV.â
âDoes she ever,â Martin said, rolling his eyes.
I hoped that the rest of my visitors werenât interested in the same thing. But I took them over to the cardiac section and pointed out where I had found the body. âDr. White was right there, next to that foxglove plant.â
âHow creepy,â Sandra said with a shudder. âWhy in your garden? I mean, of all places. It seems strange.â
âWe donât know.â
âDo they know who did it?â Martin asked.
âWe donât know that either, but some of the local merchants are circulating a petition to shut down the garden. Have you seen it?â
âWe heard about it, but of course weâd never signsomething like that. Right, love?â she said, and took her husbandâs hand.
Martin gave me a sympathetic look.
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