up, Patty said he could see it in her eyes that she was smitten.” “So your family lost out again to the Lances.” Oscar was putting together the puzzle pieces of the past and a reason for murder. “If you’ll excuse me. I think I need to go to the bathroom. I think I’m going to be sick.” Patch jumped up and headed back down the hall. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Oscar asked. I flinched at the tone of his voice. I pushed myself off the counter and walked over to the bar where Oscar was sitting. I leaned over and whispered, “Did Patty go see Ophelia at Ever After and try to steal her back? Make her confused since she isn’t married to Colton and that’s why she asked Colton for some space? Colton figured out or she told him that Patty was in town and that’s. . .” “A reason for Colton to murder him,” Oscar finished my sentence. His voice was absolutely devoid of any emotion and it chilled me.
Chapter Nine
The town was abuzz with the news of Patty Potter’s death. Even though he wasn’t a citizen, it was still hard for everyone to process that there had been a murder. Word spread fast in the small spiritual village. “Good morning,” I tried to put on a cheery face when customers walked through the door. Since Petunia was the Village President, she got in touch with the shop owners to let them know it was business as usual and the police had everything under control. She knew as well as I did that Oscar had no idea who’d done this, but there were suspects and motives. My thoughts swirled around to Ophelia. I couldn’t imagine her killing anyone, but the creepy conversation I’d overheard her and Patty having in the woods gave her motive. If he wasn’t going to leave her alone, she had motive to force him to. “Excuse me,” the customer waved her hand in front of my face. “I’m so sorry.” I blinked. “I haven’t had enough coffee this morning. How can I help you?” “My doctor said I’ve got a rotator cuff problem.” The woman did windmills in the middle of the shop. When she turned to face the light, I noticed it was Hazel Jones. Mr. Prince Charming ran underneath the table, the tip of his white tail stuck out from underneath the red tablecloth. “Hazel.” My face spread into a smile. “Welcome to my shop. I met you last night. June Heal.” Hazel squinted her eyes. She returned the smile. “Oh, honey. Of course, you are married to that hunky police officer of our town.” “I sure am.” It was so refreshing to see new faces living in the village. The spry old woman didn’t waste any time getting down to business. “Now, if it was a rotator cuff, I don’t think I could do this.” She wind-milled her arms the other way. “May I?” I reached out to touch her arm. She didn’t hesitate. She jutted her arm out and pulled up her sleeve. “I’m not a doctor or anything.” I put my hands around her arm. My intuition took over and a strong smell of roses curled around my nose. I moved my hands up her arm and grazed her shoulder. “Sometimes I hate to see summer end.” I gazed at her. “I have the prettiest rose garden at my home and sometimes it makes me sad to see them die in the fall.” “I have a rose garden.” She squealed and rolled down her sleeve. “I work in it all day long.” “I love working in mine.” I rubbed my deltoid muscle. “Sometimes I get really sore about here.” “That’s where my pain is. The doctor said it’s radiating from the rotator cuff and wants me to get a MRI.” She shook her head. “I’d heard about your shop and decided to come see if you got any homeopathic stuff to try before I go under the knife.” “We don’t want that to happen, do we.” I smiled and took the bottle from her hands. “I’ll be right back.” I glanced around the shop to make sure everyone was okay. I was more than happy to disappear behind my partition and concoct a potion for my customer. It was