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two had been discussing the situationâhopefully with no customers present.
âI need to run,â I told Reed.
âFine. Me too. But are Biscuit and you available to join Hugo and me for dinner tonight?â
âAbsolutely,â I breathed. The idea sounded like a lifebuoy thrown at me to save my sanity.
Bad analogy, I realized immediately, considering how Ada had died.
âWeâll talk later, decide where to go.â
We said goodbye, and I hung up.
I stood up straighter, needing at least to act around my employees as if I was okay. âI guess you heard what I was talking about with Reed.â
âWhat else would you be discussing?â Dinah spoke first. âWe were waiting on some customers in the Barkery and when they left, I watched out the window and happened to see those two cops leave Icing. Were they asking you questions this time, too?â
Dinah had been one of my assistants when I was interrogated after the last murder. And with her glistening blue eyes wide and focused on me, I could almost see her mind churning away. Had she already come up with some kind of related story plot?
âI think theyâre trying to talk to everyone who was at the resort bar last night,â I said. âAda was there.â
âAlive?â Vickyâs black eyebrows were arched high above her deep brown eyes, enough to be seen over the tops of her thick glasses. She wasnât my prettiest helper but she was smart, planned things well, and knew the retail business. She was mid-thirties and new to Knobcone Heights, although sheâd apparently lived in nearby Lake Arrowhead for most of her life. The clothing store sheâd worked in for years had closed and sheâd wanted to try something different, so here she was. And sheâd already started working on the schedule Iâd asked her to prepare today.
âYes,â I said. âI donât know how long she was there, let alone what happened to her.â
âWe can guess part of it,â Dinah said. âOr at least what the cops think, after that argument your brother mentioned.â
âIâm not guessing anything.â I looked from her face to Vickyâs and back again. âThatâs just speculation. What the authorities need is some hard evidence, or eyewitness testimony beyond that argument, or something to really prove, if Ada was murdered, who actually did it.â I knew I sounded preachy as I glared at them, but these two hadnât even been around for the argument, let alone anything else connected with what had happenedâat least not as far as I knew.
âOh.â Vicky looked down at the floor, clearly uncomfortable.
âHmmm,â Dinah said. âWhat if the killer was someone like one of us, who didnât even seem to know Ada Arnist? Her family has some connection to this town, though, including that big vacation house. What ifââ
âItâs fine to plot a book you want to write,â I interrupted. âBut please do that on your own time. We have some more dog biscuits to bakeâones with cheese.â
We actually had plenty, but I hadnât heard the bells in either shop ring and I wanted to get my assistants busy with what they were really supposed to be doing here.
I was sure that, like it or not, Iâd be spending too much time myself considering who could have killed Ada.
I was glad when Reed offered to pick Biscuit and me up that evening.
He arrived a little after six, when my shops were closed and my assistants gone for the day. Weâd decided to go to Arrowhead Diner, one of our favorite eating places. It was, unsurprisingly, near Lake Arrowhead, a diner car converted long ago into a restaurant. It was a popular family-style restaurant with an outdoor eating area that welcomed dogs.
It was also a good place to go to flee Knobcone Heights for a while, even though I really liked my town ⦠most of the time.
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