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they looking for?”
“I
thought it was the tarot cards. Perhaps another psychic saw how successful you
were and thought they could have the same success with your cards.”
Mae
nodded. “That’s a possibility. The cards flew towards the curtains and got
stuck in the hem. Then sometime later the curtains, and other things from the
church were put in that storage locker.”
Grace
held a finger up. “Quentin said that Autumn Rose organised the removal of them,
she must have put them in the locker. A lot of people give fake names and then
stop paying the rent, then the lockers go up for auction. I wonder if she did
that.”
“Another
possibility. But don’t forget a mystery bidder bought it and went through the
contents as if they were looking for something.”
Grace
frowned. “I don’t know how our mystery murderer would know about the locker.
They were taking a chance on it coming up for auction.”
“Unless
they were a psychic,” Mae said with a comical wiggle of her eyebrows. “Or
someone could have, what’s the expression? Hacked? Hacked into Autumn Rose’s
computer and cancelled any payments for the unit. The murderer might have been
following her.”
“Oh,
very clever. The murderer got the unit, couldn’t find the tarot cards and left
the unit. I got the abandoned unit. Mae! What if someone was watching me? They
would have seen me go to your house, they might assume that I’d found the
cards. I did have a feeling that I was being followed yesterday. What if the
murderer is watching us now?”
The
two women slowly turned their heads towards the living room window. Grace half
expected a crazed looking mad person to be staring right back at her.
There
was no one there.
“Did
anyone see you at my house?” Mae asked.
“I
saw Brenda but we’ve ruled her out. I mustn’t forget to go and see her later.
And there was ...”
She
was interrupted by a beeping noise.
“Sorry,
that’s my phone.” Grace picked up her handbag and rummaged about for her phone.
It was for ever falling out of the little phone sized pocket on the inside of
her bag. Her hand shuffled between tissues, mints and make-up. She couldn’t
quite feel her phone. “Sorry,” she said again to Mae. She tipped the contents
on to the sofa.
“Ah.”
She picked up her phone. “It’s from Frankie, wanting to know if I’m okay and if
I’m working at the shop tomorrow. I’ll send him a quick reply otherwise he’ll
text me again in a minute.”
Grace
did so and started to put everything back in her bag.
Mae
chuckled. “I saw you collect the business card from the reiki table but I
didn’t know you had so many cards from the other psychics. How many readings
are you planning on having?”
Grace
looked at the cards. “Oh, your postman gave them to me. That’s who else saw me
at your house. Mae, what’s wrong?”
“The
postman, was he a little chap with a big postbag? Cheerful and talkative?”
“Yes,
he told me about the fair at the church.”
Mae
squeezed her eyes shut and began to shake her head. “No, no, no!”
Mae
disappeared.
Chapter 20
“Mae!”
Grace called out. “Mae! Come back!”
Why
had she disappeared? What was the problem with the postman?
Mae
reappeared. “I’m so sorry, Grace. It was the shock, I’d forgotten about Tom, he’s
the postman. How was he when you spoke to him?”
“Happy
and helpful. What has he done?”
Mae
gave a little shake of her head. “He’s a short man with a short temper. I
didn’t see that side of him at first. He was always friendly, stopping for a
chat whenever our paths crossed. He was interested in my work and asked if he
could have a reading. Of course I said yes. I remember the reading, it was so
sad. Because of his size he was constantly picked on at school. It got even
worse when he started work. He pretended that it didn’t bother him but I could
see that it did. I told him to just be himself, try and get out more, make more
friends. He used to
“I
thought it was the tarot cards. Perhaps another psychic saw how successful you
were and thought they could have the same success with your cards.”
Mae
nodded. “That’s a possibility. The cards flew towards the curtains and got
stuck in the hem. Then sometime later the curtains, and other things from the
church were put in that storage locker.”
Grace
held a finger up. “Quentin said that Autumn Rose organised the removal of them,
she must have put them in the locker. A lot of people give fake names and then
stop paying the rent, then the lockers go up for auction. I wonder if she did
that.”
“Another
possibility. But don’t forget a mystery bidder bought it and went through the
contents as if they were looking for something.”
Grace
frowned. “I don’t know how our mystery murderer would know about the locker.
They were taking a chance on it coming up for auction.”
“Unless
they were a psychic,” Mae said with a comical wiggle of her eyebrows. “Or
someone could have, what’s the expression? Hacked? Hacked into Autumn Rose’s
computer and cancelled any payments for the unit. The murderer might have been
following her.”
“Oh,
very clever. The murderer got the unit, couldn’t find the tarot cards and left
the unit. I got the abandoned unit. Mae! What if someone was watching me? They
would have seen me go to your house, they might assume that I’d found the
cards. I did have a feeling that I was being followed yesterday. What if the
murderer is watching us now?”
The
two women slowly turned their heads towards the living room window. Grace half
expected a crazed looking mad person to be staring right back at her.
There
was no one there.
“Did
anyone see you at my house?” Mae asked.
“I
saw Brenda but we’ve ruled her out. I mustn’t forget to go and see her later.
And there was ...”
She
was interrupted by a beeping noise.
“Sorry,
that’s my phone.” Grace picked up her handbag and rummaged about for her phone.
It was for ever falling out of the little phone sized pocket on the inside of
her bag. Her hand shuffled between tissues, mints and make-up. She couldn’t
quite feel her phone. “Sorry,” she said again to Mae. She tipped the contents
on to the sofa.
“Ah.”
She picked up her phone. “It’s from Frankie, wanting to know if I’m okay and if
I’m working at the shop tomorrow. I’ll send him a quick reply otherwise he’ll
text me again in a minute.”
Grace
did so and started to put everything back in her bag.
Mae
chuckled. “I saw you collect the business card from the reiki table but I
didn’t know you had so many cards from the other psychics. How many readings
are you planning on having?”
Grace
looked at the cards. “Oh, your postman gave them to me. That’s who else saw me
at your house. Mae, what’s wrong?”
“The
postman, was he a little chap with a big postbag? Cheerful and talkative?”
“Yes,
he told me about the fair at the church.”
Mae
squeezed her eyes shut and began to shake her head. “No, no, no!”
Mae
disappeared.
Chapter 20
“Mae!”
Grace called out. “Mae! Come back!”
Why
had she disappeared? What was the problem with the postman?
Mae
reappeared. “I’m so sorry, Grace. It was the shock, I’d forgotten about Tom, he’s
the postman. How was he when you spoke to him?”
“Happy
and helpful. What has he done?”
Mae
gave a little shake of her head. “He’s a short man with a short temper. I
didn’t see that side of him at first. He was always friendly, stopping for a
chat whenever our paths crossed. He was interested in my work and asked if he
could have a reading. Of course I said yes. I remember the reading, it was so
sad. Because of his size he was constantly picked on at school. It got even
worse when he started work. He pretended that it didn’t bother him but I could
see that it did. I told him to just be himself, try and get out more, make more
friends. He used to
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