Myrtle or arguing with her?” “You mean other than Ruth?” He laughed. “No. Nice old ladies don’t usually have too many enemies. Of course, nice young ladies don’t usually break into apartments either.” He winked at her and then drove away. Ally was unsettled, but she couldn’t pinpoint why. It was odd to have someone know her, when she couldn’t recall who they were. She vowed to ask her grandmother about him and look through her yearbook before she was carted off to jail. “Who was that, Ally?” Charlotte stepped outside. “The security guard from Freely Lakes.” “Oh? Is he a good guy?” Ally squinted after the retreating car. “I’m not sure yet. He seems to remember me.” “Maybe someone you went to school with?” “I think so. His name is Jensen,” Ally said. “Do you know him?” Charlotte thought for a minute. “Doesn’t ring a bell.” “Anyway, he reminded me that there is one particular person that obviously had it in for Myrtle. Ruth.” “Oh yes!” Charlotte gasped. “And she would have known how much Myrtle liked the chocolates.” “Let’s take Arnold for a walk, then once we take him back home I think you should pay Ruth a visit.” “Me?” Charlotte asked. “I think it’s probably best if I don’t set foot on Freely Lake’s property.” “Okay. I knew there was more to the story about last night. Anything you want to tell me?” Charlotte asked. “Nothing to worry about.” Ally shrugged. She didn’t want to burden her grandmother with her impending arrest. As they walked towards the center of town Ally’s thoughts returned to Jensen. She imagined that was a last name not a first name. But no matter how she scoured her memory she couldn’t recall meeting a boy with the last name of Jensen while she was in school. It was a bit strange that he remembered her, if she didn’t remember him. A taxi whizzed past them. In most towns a taxi might not be noticed, but in their little town, it was an unusual sight. Not many people needed a taxi to get to places and even fewer would take one to or from the airport as usually family or friends would have that honor. “I bet that’s one of Myrtle’s children. Let’s see if we can catch up with them.” Ally started walking faster. “We should be cautious though. If they know anything about how their mother died, they might hold it against us.” “Maybe.” Ally tightened her grip on Arnold’s leash. He was rooting around in a neighbor’s garden. When they reached town Ally looked around for the taxi. She spotted it parked outside one of the local breakfast cafés. It was easy to see through the big front window. “That’s him, that’s Mark. And look, Myrtle’s daughter is with him,” Charlotte said eagerly. “If they’re in there then they have already been updated by the town gossips about the shop being shut down,” Ally said. “Let me go in to talk to them.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I don’t want to put you in that position. When we were at the open house I heard that the nail salon is having a special for Freely Lake’s residents today. Why don’t you see if any of the residents are there? Maybe they can give you some information, maybe about the feud between Ruth and Myrtle. We can leave Arnold here for a few minutes.” “All right. But, be careful what you say to Myrtle’s kids. We don’t want to cast more suspicion on ourselves.” “I’ll do my best.” Ally smiled. As her grandmother walked away Ally tied Arnold’s leash to a lamp post. Ally stepped into the café. The moment that she did, the lively din died down to a subtle clink of silverware. Ally cleared her throat and walked towards the table where Myrtle’s children were seated. “Excuse me, I’m sorry to bother you. I just wanted to say how sorry I am about your loss.” The two looked at her. “Did you know my mother?” Mark gestured for her to sit down beside him. Ally took the invitation