hydrant on this side of the street.
The car itself looked pretty new and well cared for. Maybe another rental. I looked in the driverâs side window. The inside of the car was clean. The
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was on the passenger seat, dated a few days ago. A Starbucks cup in the cup holder meant that the driver had come from somewhere at least fifteen miles away since there were no Starbucks, or any chain restaurants, in Archers Rest or in the towns that surrounded us. The backseat was empty, but I noticed something on the floor, something shiny. I could tell that it was metallic, but beyond that I didnât know what it was. I tried the door, but it was locked. They were all locked. That was probably for the best. I really had no business looking into this carâs windows just because Jesse had unfairly ticketed it. And I definitely had no business breaking into it.
I stepped away and moved back toward Someday. The best course of action was still getting Jesse to search the old Clarkâs Dry Cleaners. That is, if heâd listen, which, for the first time since Iâd known him, I was worried about.
âItâs you.â A man in an army jacket and dark pants, maybe ten years my senior, walked toward me. I didnât know him, but he seemed to know meâat least he had the relaxed stance and friendly smile of someone I was supposed to know. He was average height, average build, in fact all the average stuff except for piercing blue eyes.
âHave we met?â
âNo, sorry.â When he reached me he held out his hand. âRobert Marshall; Bob. Iâm new around here. Might be, anyway. Iâm thinking of moving here.â
There was a lot of power in his handshake. âNell Fitzgerald,â I said. âIâm a little confused. You know me somehow?â
âThat must have sounded odd. Itâs just that Iâve seen you a couple of times, in the coffee shop and walking a golden retriever. I used to have a retriever. Theyâre nice dogs.â
âThey certainly are.â
âSo where is he?â
âBarneyâheâs at home or in the shop where I work.â I pointed toward Someday Quilts.
âMy sister makes quilts. Maybe I can get her something. I was away for a while and she took care of my dog for me.â
âThatâs very thoughtful of you. We do have a lot of nice gifts for quilters. And Barney will be happy to meet a new retriever friend if you do move here.â
His smiled faded. âMy dog died while I was away. But maybe itâs time for a puppy. I kept seeing you and Barney, and now youâre standing just a few feet from my car.â He pointed toward the blue sedan. âIt must be a sign that Iâm meant to start a new life here.â
âYour car?â I eyed him more carefully, looking for the reason heâd received so much negative attention from Jesse. But I saw nothing out of the ordinary, except for his eyes, which were focused intently on me.
âA bit boring, but itâs reliable,â he said. âKind of like me.â
âItâs nice,â I said, unsure of what else to say. âWhere are you from? I mean, where would you be moving from?â
âThe city. New York City, I guess I should say. I love it there, but itâs a bit hectic, if you know what I mean.â
âI do. I used to live there, too.â
âAnd you moved up here? A woman after my own heart.â His wide smile grew even wider. âGood to see Iâm not the only one. I drove up here just on a whim and I really like it. This town has a great vibe, donât you think?â
âIt does.â I felt like an idiot for being so suspicious of a car, and a stranger. My amateur detective tendencies had been on high alert since Rogerâs body was found, and it was time to dial it back. âHow long have you been in town?â
âA few days. I was on my way to Montreal on a vacation, and I
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