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that gets away with murder."
"I didn't do it!"
"I'm kidding. Lighten up, sista." Harmony shook her head, a smirk on her face as she popped in one Froot Loop after another.
"Gimme those." I ruffled her hair and grabbed a handful for myself.
"What's next?" she asked.
"I don't know. I have some more poking around to do, but I feel like I'm at a dead end right now. I need to find out what business Anthony Jenkins had in my office, but nobody seems to know."
"Maybe you're just not looking in the right spot. Sometimes if you take your mind off it, things just pop into your head. Like last night I was taking a shower, and the answer to my math homework just appeared right in my head."
"Are you trying to tell me I need a shower?" I asked.
Harmony grinned. "It's a saying. Just do whatever you do normally, and maybe something will come to you."
"You're smarter than most adults, you know that?" I raised an eyebrow at my sister.
"Yeah." She gave me a huge, cheesy smile. "I know that."
"And just as humble too." I grabbed my purse. "I've got a last errand to run before I teach class today. My first one."
"Don't forget about Friday," my sister called in a singsong voice.
"It's a date." I gave her a side hug and headed out the front door.
It'd be the only date I'd get in this town for a while.
Alfie's accidental butt graze excluded.
CHAPTER NINE
"Do you have any recommendations of what I should buy to shoot out of a BB gun?" I asked the robed man before me.
Father Olaf, the town pastor, opened a catalogue before him. "You're going to have to head over to Al's in order to get the good stuff."
"There's nothing here?" I looked around the lost and found at the church. I didn't make a habit of looting from the dredges of the parish, but Father Olaf was one of the best marksmen in town, and I thought he might have something left over he wouldn't need.
"I don't have anything here," he said, gesturing to the arrays of soccer balls, mittens, packs of gum, and the odd cell phone or two. "You better believe if someone dropped off a pack of BBs, I'd find a use for them."
"Okay, Al's it is," I said. "What should I be looking for?"
Father Olaf pointed toward the gun catalogue before him. He was not only the town pastor but also the head of Little Lake's social atmosphere. He ran the only Catholic church in town, and it was the place to be on Sunday mornings.
I wasn't particularly religious about going, but I'd been a member of the parish since I was a kid. Father Olaf had been there even longer than I had, though he appeared not to age. I think he might have been born sixty years old and would stay sixty years old until the end of time.
"This one is particularly dangerous," he was saying. "You'll want to be careful with those."
"Something less dangerous, maybe," I said. "We're just shooting for fun."
Due to Father Olaf's influence in the town, his church bulletin was the place for a business to be seen. I'd been begging to get an ad in there for my studio since I'd come back to town, but I'd been turned down time and time again.
"About the ad," I said, ignoring Father's explanation of why certain BB-gun bullets were particularly dangerous. "Can I please, please put an ad in the bulletin?"
He glanced at me with a fairly judgmental stare. Probably built up from years of practice in the confessional. "You didn't come here for advice on guns, did you?"
"Please," I begged. "Just one ad. It would really help."
He looked a bit disappointed, and I felt a twinge of guilt. It was true. I'd come here with an ulterior motive. My sister asking me to go shooting had been just the excuse I'd needed.
"You have no money for an ad. Plus, it's not a typical venture for the church to promote."
"It's a dance class. The citizens need something fun in their lives. Knitting club has plenty of ads and members already. Plus, I scheduled classes on a night that wouldn't interfere with Bible study."
"I said no ."
My heart sank. "I need
"I didn't do it!"
"I'm kidding. Lighten up, sista." Harmony shook her head, a smirk on her face as she popped in one Froot Loop after another.
"Gimme those." I ruffled her hair and grabbed a handful for myself.
"What's next?" she asked.
"I don't know. I have some more poking around to do, but I feel like I'm at a dead end right now. I need to find out what business Anthony Jenkins had in my office, but nobody seems to know."
"Maybe you're just not looking in the right spot. Sometimes if you take your mind off it, things just pop into your head. Like last night I was taking a shower, and the answer to my math homework just appeared right in my head."
"Are you trying to tell me I need a shower?" I asked.
Harmony grinned. "It's a saying. Just do whatever you do normally, and maybe something will come to you."
"You're smarter than most adults, you know that?" I raised an eyebrow at my sister.
"Yeah." She gave me a huge, cheesy smile. "I know that."
"And just as humble too." I grabbed my purse. "I've got a last errand to run before I teach class today. My first one."
"Don't forget about Friday," my sister called in a singsong voice.
"It's a date." I gave her a side hug and headed out the front door.
It'd be the only date I'd get in this town for a while.
Alfie's accidental butt graze excluded.
CHAPTER NINE
"Do you have any recommendations of what I should buy to shoot out of a BB gun?" I asked the robed man before me.
Father Olaf, the town pastor, opened a catalogue before him. "You're going to have to head over to Al's in order to get the good stuff."
"There's nothing here?" I looked around the lost and found at the church. I didn't make a habit of looting from the dredges of the parish, but Father Olaf was one of the best marksmen in town, and I thought he might have something left over he wouldn't need.
"I don't have anything here," he said, gesturing to the arrays of soccer balls, mittens, packs of gum, and the odd cell phone or two. "You better believe if someone dropped off a pack of BBs, I'd find a use for them."
"Okay, Al's it is," I said. "What should I be looking for?"
Father Olaf pointed toward the gun catalogue before him. He was not only the town pastor but also the head of Little Lake's social atmosphere. He ran the only Catholic church in town, and it was the place to be on Sunday mornings.
I wasn't particularly religious about going, but I'd been a member of the parish since I was a kid. Father Olaf had been there even longer than I had, though he appeared not to age. I think he might have been born sixty years old and would stay sixty years old until the end of time.
"This one is particularly dangerous," he was saying. "You'll want to be careful with those."
"Something less dangerous, maybe," I said. "We're just shooting for fun."
Due to Father Olaf's influence in the town, his church bulletin was the place for a business to be seen. I'd been begging to get an ad in there for my studio since I'd come back to town, but I'd been turned down time and time again.
"About the ad," I said, ignoring Father's explanation of why certain BB-gun bullets were particularly dangerous. "Can I please, please put an ad in the bulletin?"
He glanced at me with a fairly judgmental stare. Probably built up from years of practice in the confessional. "You didn't come here for advice on guns, did you?"
"Please," I begged. "Just one ad. It would really help."
He looked a bit disappointed, and I felt a twinge of guilt. It was true. I'd come here with an ulterior motive. My sister asking me to go shooting had been just the excuse I'd needed.
"You have no money for an ad. Plus, it's not a typical venture for the church to promote."
"It's a dance class. The citizens need something fun in their lives. Knitting club has plenty of ads and members already. Plus, I scheduled classes on a night that wouldn't interfere with Bible study."
"I said no ."
My heart sank. "I need
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