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him.
“Okay,” she finally agreed.
“I have to go,” he kissed Bekki lightly on the forehead. “Don't forget about dinner tonight, seven?”
“ Seven is perfect,” she nodded. “But why don't we just have dinner in?” she suggested, recalling how the three men had decided to dine out the night before. She really didn't want to run into them while she was out with Nick.
“ Sounds good,” he nodded. “I'll cook.”
“ Oh, even better!” Bekki smiled and gave him a light peck on the lips. “See you soon.”
“ Mmhm,” he sighed as he reluctantly released her. As Bekki watched Nick walk out the door she saw one of the flashy cars that had been parked at the Harroway Harbor Motel the night before driving down the road past the salon. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched the dark tinted windows glide past. She realized she really was a very easy target. Hopefully, forensics would find some evidence to connect the men to the ransacking of the salon, at least that would get them off the streets.
Just then Sammy walked into the salon.
“Hi,” she said with a smile.
“ Hi Sammy,” Bekki replied. “Nick bought us coffee.”
“ Great thanks,” she said as she grabbed a coffee and went to set up her station.
The rest of the day was busy which was great because it kept Bekki’s mind off Jasmine’s murder and Jeff.
As Bekki finished a customer's hair, she pointed out the window at the police car that was rolling past in the parking lot of the salon.
“ Looks like we've got a stalker,” Sammy giggled and waved at Morris as he stepped out of the car. He adjusted his hat and stepped inside the salon.
“ Hey there ladies,” he said awkwardly and nodded. “Just checking in.”
“ We're fine,” Sammy said cheerfully. Her lips were curved in a silly school girl grin that made Bekki smile, too. It was clear that Sammy was pleased as punch that Morris had come to check on her.
“ Well then,” he adjusted his hat again. “I could always stay until closing, if you'd like,” he suggested.
Bekki hid a laugh as she walked her customer to the reception desk and let the two of them have a few moments alone.
“You girls and your police officers,” the woman shook her head. “You know, they're nothing but trouble, always getting themselves in dangerous situations.”
Mrs. Potts was not exactly the friendliest customer they ever had. In fact, she could always find something to be annoyed about. “What you need is a good honest businessman, like that Jeff Barnes fellow. I had a coffee with him at lunch, and he was asking me all about you,” she laughed a little. “I think he must have a bit of a crush on you, Bekki.”
Bekki arched an eyebrow in response to this. “What did he ask about me?” she inquired casually.
“ Oh, I told him all about how you grew up here, and he asked if there were any special places that you liked to disappear to when you were a kid. I told him I didn't know too much about that, but there's a place down by the water that all the kids used to haunt on summer nights.”
“ The dock, I remember that,” Bekki said with a fond smile.
“ The dock,” Mrs. Potts snickered. “Nothing more than an old, rotted piece of wood sticking out on the lake.”
“ We used to stash beer, er,” Bekki cleared her throat, “drinks, under there in a cooler. I bet it's still there,” Bekki grinned. But her smile faded as she remembered this was one story she had shared with Jasmine about her childhood in Harroway. When they had been out partying late one night, she had told Jasmine how different it was to be staring at an apartment ceiling instead of being sprawled out on the grass beside the lake staring up at the hundreds of stars.
“ You kids always made so much noise,” the woman sighed with distaste. “Anyway, like I said, I think that fellow is sweet on you, and you might want to think about it. A detective will always be a detective, but a businessman might one day be
“Okay,” she finally agreed.
“I have to go,” he kissed Bekki lightly on the forehead. “Don't forget about dinner tonight, seven?”
“ Seven is perfect,” she nodded. “But why don't we just have dinner in?” she suggested, recalling how the three men had decided to dine out the night before. She really didn't want to run into them while she was out with Nick.
“ Sounds good,” he nodded. “I'll cook.”
“ Oh, even better!” Bekki smiled and gave him a light peck on the lips. “See you soon.”
“ Mmhm,” he sighed as he reluctantly released her. As Bekki watched Nick walk out the door she saw one of the flashy cars that had been parked at the Harroway Harbor Motel the night before driving down the road past the salon. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched the dark tinted windows glide past. She realized she really was a very easy target. Hopefully, forensics would find some evidence to connect the men to the ransacking of the salon, at least that would get them off the streets.
Just then Sammy walked into the salon.
“Hi,” she said with a smile.
“ Hi Sammy,” Bekki replied. “Nick bought us coffee.”
“ Great thanks,” she said as she grabbed a coffee and went to set up her station.
The rest of the day was busy which was great because it kept Bekki’s mind off Jasmine’s murder and Jeff.
As Bekki finished a customer's hair, she pointed out the window at the police car that was rolling past in the parking lot of the salon.
“ Looks like we've got a stalker,” Sammy giggled and waved at Morris as he stepped out of the car. He adjusted his hat and stepped inside the salon.
“ Hey there ladies,” he said awkwardly and nodded. “Just checking in.”
“ We're fine,” Sammy said cheerfully. Her lips were curved in a silly school girl grin that made Bekki smile, too. It was clear that Sammy was pleased as punch that Morris had come to check on her.
“ Well then,” he adjusted his hat again. “I could always stay until closing, if you'd like,” he suggested.
Bekki hid a laugh as she walked her customer to the reception desk and let the two of them have a few moments alone.
“You girls and your police officers,” the woman shook her head. “You know, they're nothing but trouble, always getting themselves in dangerous situations.”
Mrs. Potts was not exactly the friendliest customer they ever had. In fact, she could always find something to be annoyed about. “What you need is a good honest businessman, like that Jeff Barnes fellow. I had a coffee with him at lunch, and he was asking me all about you,” she laughed a little. “I think he must have a bit of a crush on you, Bekki.”
Bekki arched an eyebrow in response to this. “What did he ask about me?” she inquired casually.
“ Oh, I told him all about how you grew up here, and he asked if there were any special places that you liked to disappear to when you were a kid. I told him I didn't know too much about that, but there's a place down by the water that all the kids used to haunt on summer nights.”
“ The dock, I remember that,” Bekki said with a fond smile.
“ The dock,” Mrs. Potts snickered. “Nothing more than an old, rotted piece of wood sticking out on the lake.”
“ We used to stash beer, er,” Bekki cleared her throat, “drinks, under there in a cooler. I bet it's still there,” Bekki grinned. But her smile faded as she remembered this was one story she had shared with Jasmine about her childhood in Harroway. When they had been out partying late one night, she had told Jasmine how different it was to be staring at an apartment ceiling instead of being sprawled out on the grass beside the lake staring up at the hundreds of stars.
“ You kids always made so much noise,” the woman sighed with distaste. “Anyway, like I said, I think that fellow is sweet on you, and you might want to think about it. A detective will always be a detective, but a businessman might one day be
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