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“At some little diner in Milford.”
Angelica spooned another mouthful, closed her eyes, and groaned in ecstasy. “I must go talk to the cook. I’ve got to have this recipe for my next cookbook.”
“It’s their signature dish. They’re hardly likely to just give it to you.”
Angelica leveled her steely gaze on Tricia. “Never underestimate the power and reach of Angelica Miles.”
Tricia didn’t. Still, she had to stifle a laugh. The great and powerful Angelica? She’d been even more unlucky in love than Tricia.
“So, what else have you been up to today?” Angelica asked, and plunged her spoon into the chowder once again.
Tricia related her meeting with Russ and told of her efforts to collect money on Davey Black’s behalf.
“You’ve been a very good girl,” Angelica said. She wiped her mouth and folded her napkin. Tricia could hear the
but
in Angelica’s voice. She didn’t have to wait long for it to come, either. “But you’re expending an awful lot of time and energy on all of this. Is it a wise time investment?”
Tricia wasn’t sure how to answer. The Deborah she’d learned about since Thursday bore little resemblance to the woman she thought she’d known for over two years.
“If something happened to me that you found suspicious, would you trust law enforcement to figure it out?”
Angelica shook her head. “I’m still not convinced anything suspicious happened to Deborah. I witnessed her death. What you suggest seems incredible. And I think you were probably a much better friend to her than she ever was to you.”
“But if it
was
me, would you push to find out the truth?”
Angelica’s eyes narrowed. “If anything suspicious ever happened to you, I’d move heaven and earth to get to the bottom of it. No one messes with my loved ones—ever.”
The vehemence in Angelica’s voice startled Tricia, but it also pleased her.
“Then we’re on the same page.”
Angelica nodded. “You bet your life.”
Tricia smiled. “I hope I don’t ever have to.”
FOURTEEN
Sundays were
usually the worst day of the retail week, and this day had been no different. Still, Tricia was grateful for Ginny’s company as the day wore on. She caught up on paperwork as Ginny waited on and charmed the few customers they did have. Tricia admitted she would terribly miss Ginny when she moved on and was grateful she’d have several weeks to get used to the idea—and to search for someone to replace her.
“More and more I think I should adjust our hours of operation,” Tricia said, closing her laptop for the day.
“Yeah, the last hour of the day sometimes seems like a big waste of time,” Ginny agreed. “I’m going to talk to Antonio about it. But first I’ll see how things go at the Happy Domestic for the first month or so.”
“I think I’ll bring the whole hours discussion up at the next Chamber meeting,” Tricia went on. “I don’t see any reason to remain open past five during nonpeak months.” That meant most of the winter and spring. Summer, leafpeeping season, and Christmastime were when the tourists visited the most.
Tricia was casting about for something to read when the door burst open, and a smiling Antonio bounded into Haven’t Got a Clue. “It’s mine!” he shouted, and charged toward the coffee station, where Ginny stood. He scooped her up in a whirl.
“Whoa!” she called out. “What’s going on?”
“I have just taken possession of the Happy Domestic,” he said, set her down, and pulled a set of keys from his suit jacket pocket. “You know what that means?”
Ginny’s smile wavered as her gaze darted to Tricia. She shook her head, but Antonio was too wound up to notice. “You are now the official manager of the Happy Domestic. Congratulations, Ms. Wilson. You start tomorrow.”
Tricia’s heart sank.
“I can’t do that,” Ginny said, lowering her voice. “I only gave Tricia my notice on Friday. You said it would be at least a month before the deal went through.”
“Mr. Black wanted to expedite the sale. My team of lawyers worked overtime to draft the settlement, and I’ve just come from handing Black a cashier’s check. Aren’t you happy?”
“Yes, but—”
“It’s okay, Ginny,” Tricia assured her, forcing a smile. “You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.”
Ginny looked doubtful. “I wouldn’t feel right leaving you in the lurch like this.”
“It’s all right,” Tricia said. “I’ll take back Mr. Everett tomorrow, and we’ll go on from there.” It was amazing how she managed to keep her voice sounding downright cheerful, when she felt anything but happy about the situation. A change of subject was definitely called for. “How did Elizabeth take the news?” she asked Antonio.
He frowned. “I haven’t yet spoken with Mrs. Crane. From what Mr. Black tells me, she will not take the news well.”
“He’s going to let
you
break it to her?” Tricia asked. Typical cowardly behavior on David’s part.
“Sí,”
Antonio said, and looked uncomfortable. “As my employer says, ‘It’s why I make the big bucks.’ ”
“When will you do it?” Tricia asked.
Antonio glanced at the clock. “I should do it now—to get it over with.”
Ginny nodded. “What do you want me to do tomorrow?”
“We can talk about this over dinner. I will take you anywhere you want to go—as long as it’s the Brookview Inn,” he said with a laugh.
Ginny giggled. “That would be lovely.”
“You should go home and change—make yourself beautiful, for a beautiful evening,” he amended.
“I’ve still got half an hour to go before we close,” Ginny said.
“It’s okay. You can go,” Tricia said.
Ginny shook her head. “I wouldn’t feel right. This is . . .” Her voice caught in her throat. She swallowed before continuing. “It’s my last day here at Haven’t Got a Clue.” A tear leaked from her left eye and she brushed it away.
“You are destined for bigger things,
amore mio
,” Antonio said softly. He put an arm around Ginny’s shoulder and pulled her close. She held on to him for a long moment, and Tricia was glad there weren’t any customers in the shop. In fact, she felt like she was intruding on their private moment, but it was
her
shop, after all. She cleared her throat.
Ginny pulled back. “You go ahead. I’ll meet you at the Brookview in an hour.”
Antonio kissed her. “I’ll call ahead and have them put champagne on ice. Nothing is too good for the newest team member of Nigela Racita Associates.”
“When do we get to meet your elusive leader?” Tricia asked.
Antonio shrugged, his smile sly. “One of these days.”
“So she won’t be at the Board of Selectmen’s meeting tomorrow?”
Antonio shrugged again but said, “She has not said so.” He turned back to Ginny.
“Ciao, mi amore.”
He gave her another quick peck on the lips and was gone. The sound of the slamming door seemed to echo off the tin ceiling.
Tricia and Ginny looked at each other for a long moment.
“I’m sorry, Tricia. I didn’t plan for this to happen so quickly,” Ginny apologized.
“I understand.”
And I wish I’d called that employment agency before this
. She glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. The agency wouldn’t open again until eight in the morning.
“I’ll go get the vacuum cleaner and run it over the carpet before I—”
“Don’t bother,” Tricia said. “You may as well hang up your apron for the last time and take off.”
Ginny grabbed the apron strap that hung from her neck. “I was kind of hoping to keep it . . . as a souvenir. Would that be okay?”
“Of course,” Tricia said. It wasn’t much good to anyone else, since Ginny’s name was embroidered on it.
Ginny reached into her apron pocket and withdrew the key to the store. “I guess I’d better return this to you.” She sighed. “I only had it for two days.”
Tricia took the offered key and removed it from the ring, returning that to Ginny. “Keep the ring as a reminder of your time here.”
Ginny smiled. “Thanks.”
“And don’t think you’re going to get away without some kind of a party to celebrate your new job.”
“Oh, I don’t want to put you to any trouble,” Ginny said.
“It’s no trouble at all. We’ll do it on a Sunday—after our stores close—and we’ll invite all the other shopkeepers and anyone else you’d like to attend.”
“Thank you, Tricia. I can’t tell you how grateful I am for everything I’ve learned here.”
Tricia waved the praise aside. “Now, shoo! I’m sure we’ll talk in the next couple of days.”
“I’d like that, too. In fact, would you mind if I called you if I have any problems? Just for the first few days.”
Tricia didn’t have to fake a smile this time. “Of course you can. I feel honored you value my opinion so highly.”
Ginny laughed. Tricia was going to miss that sweet sound. “You’re my idol,” Ginny gushed, and suddenly lunged forward to give Tricia a hug. Despite the fact she was losing the absolute best assistant in all of Stoneham, Tricia smiled again.
Ginny pulled back and wiped another tear from her eye. “I’d better leave now, before I start bawling.”
Tricia sniffed. “Me, too. And it’s not like we won’t see each other. Maybe we’ll even sit together at some Chamber of Commerce breakfasts.”
“That would be great.”
Ginny retrieved her purse from under the counter and headed for the door. She paused before opening it and turned back to take in Haven’t Got a Clue. “I’ll miss you, old mystery bookstore.”
“Go,” Tricia said, and laughed.
Ginny smiled, opened the door, and left, without a backward glance.
“Yow!”
Miss Marple said, from her perch behind the cash desk.
“Yes, I’ll miss her, too. We seem to witness a lot of people leaving our lives, don’t we, Miss Marple?”
The cat jumped down from the shelf and was soon nuzzling her head against Tricia’s arm as if to say,
I won’t leave you
.
The words on Christopher’s birthday card to her came back with a poignant pang:
The one you love most.
“Yow!”
Miss Marple said again, and Tricia turned back to the register to start her end-of-day tasks. She caught sight of her list of booksellers to hit for Davey Black’s education fund and realized she’d missed her opportunity to hit up Antonio for a donation.
Before she had a chance to berate herself, the shop door burst open once again. Mr. Everett stood there, wild-eyed. “I quit!” he said with disgust.
“What happened now?” Tricia asked, wearily.
“Mrs. Crane and I had a disagreement over trash,” he said.
That got Tricia’s attention. “Oh?”
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Once again, Tricia was glad there were no customers in the store. He walked up to the cash desk, and Miss Marple transferred her attentions from Tricia’s arm to Mr. Everett’s welcoming hand.
“Earlier this afternoon,” he began, “Mrs. Crane asked me to take out the trash but to put it in the Dumpster behind the Coffee Bean. I protested, but she assured me that Mrs. Black and the Kozlovs had an agreement. I did as I was told, and Mr. Kozlov came thundering out the back of the Coffee Bean. I thought for a moment he might hit me.”
“Oh dear,” Tricia said, and winced.
“I repeated what Mrs. Crane said, but he told me in no uncertain terms that they did not have any agreement about the trash. He also said if he caught me putting trash in their Dumpster again, he would call the Sheriff’s Department and report me,” he said with indignation.
Tricia sighed. “What did Elizabeth say when you went back inside the Happy Domestic?”
“That Mr. Kozlov was wrong. Deborah’s agreement was with Mrs. Kozlov, and I was to wait until after closing to put the remainder of the trash in the Coffee Bean’s Dumpster. I refused.”
“As well you should have,” Tricia said. “I prefer to think Elizabeth is mistaken rather than that she lied to you. But Alexa was just as upset about the whole situation as her husband. She would have told me if she’d had an agreement with Deborah.”
“My refusal was not acceptable to Mrs. Crane. She called me insubordinate. She called me several other unflattering names as well.”
“Elizabeth did that?” The thought of anyone picking on Mr. Everett appalled her.
“I understand the woman is in mourning. I understand she’s under stress, but there really is no call to stoop to profanity when dealing with an employee—especially when that employee is being paid by a third party,” he continued.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Everett. I had no idea when I asked to you to work at the Happy Domestic that it would lead to . . . to this.”
“May I come back to work for you tomorrow?”
“Yes, you certainly may. And please forgive me for sending you to the Happy Domestic. I had no idea it would be so uncomfortable for you. If it’s any consolation, Ginny will be taking over as manager tomorrow.”
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