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Sadie.
“It won’t take long,” I said as Riley ushered me into her office.
The office was similar to the reception area. The same color scheme was used, and I could see touches provided by the same floral designer. A flower arrangement sat on a tall cherry table beneath the window, and one of the blooms had been carried over to a bud vase at the corner of Riley’s desk. There were framed photographs on the bookshelves and walls. Some featured a handsome man in his early thirties, but many depicted a balding middle-aged man.
I nodded toward one of the more prominent photos. “Your dad?”
Riley nodded, and a wistful expression flitted across her face. She immediately got to business. “How can I help you, Marcy?”
“You might know that I just opened the embroidery shop on Emerson Street. The one where Timothy Enright had his hardware store, and where he, well, died.”
She nodded.
“On the night Timothy Enright died, he scratched the words four square fifth onto my wall with a tapestry needle.”
Riley frowned, but said nothing.
“I’m wondering if by four square , he meant Four Square Development.”
Riley sat back in her chair and folded her hands. “It’s my understanding that Mr. Enright appeared disoriented and confused that evening.”
“He was slurring his words and staggering, but we now believe that was because he’d been poisoned.”
“ We being you and your team of medical experts?”
I leaned forward. “Look, two people within a week visited my storeroom and later died. I think their deaths are connected.”
“I don’t—”
“As a legal expert whose father was a part of Four Square Development, I thought you, of all people, might be interested in helping me sort this out.”
“This has nothing to do with my father.”
“Are you sure?” I stood and moved toward the door. “Because whoever killed Timothy Enright and Bill Trelawney might not be finished. If you decide to lend a hand, let me know.”
I returned to the Jeep on shaky legs. I hadn’t expected too much help from Riley Kendall given the circumstances, but knowing she was an associate of Lorraine Enright made her antagonism even worse. Riley was in the perfect position to know—or to find out—if Timothy Enright had anything to do with Four Square Development.
I arrived home with more time to spare than I’d expected. I was tired, but I wanted to relax for a few minutes before heading out again.
I left Angus outside in the fenced-in yard and went upstairs to the bedroom. I took out the replica of the MacKenzies’ Mochas logo I was stitching, kicked off my shoes, and leaned back against the pillows. The light streaming through the bedroom was fantastic, so I didn’t need to turn on my nightstand lamp just yet. I was planning to give the logo to Sadie and Blake as a Christmas present, so I couldn’t work on it at the shop.
The MacKenzies’ Mochas logo is a huge, tan coffee cup with a pale melon stripe. Smoke from the hot coffee is swirling up from the cup. MACKENZIES’ is written over top of it and MOCHAS below it in ivory. The background is a dark wood grain, reminiscent of an old tavern sign.
I was copying the logo from a photograph I took of the MacKenzies’ sign. I’d been working on the design for a month now. So far, I had the top third of the sign completed, but it was slow going. I had needles in three different colors threaded to help me keep up with the frequent color changes. It was nice to see it starting to come together, though.
Three full lines into the design, I glanced at the clock. I’d been working for half an hour. I folded the fabric around the embroidery hoop and placed it back into the nightstand drawer.
I quickly showered and changed. After feeding Angus and taking him for another quick jaunt outside, I went to MacKenzies’ Mochas to meet Sadie. Blake had fixed up a basket of muffins and scones for us to take to Mrs. Trelawney.
“I dread this,” Sadie confided as
“It won’t take long,” I said as Riley ushered me into her office.
The office was similar to the reception area. The same color scheme was used, and I could see touches provided by the same floral designer. A flower arrangement sat on a tall cherry table beneath the window, and one of the blooms had been carried over to a bud vase at the corner of Riley’s desk. There were framed photographs on the bookshelves and walls. Some featured a handsome man in his early thirties, but many depicted a balding middle-aged man.
I nodded toward one of the more prominent photos. “Your dad?”
Riley nodded, and a wistful expression flitted across her face. She immediately got to business. “How can I help you, Marcy?”
“You might know that I just opened the embroidery shop on Emerson Street. The one where Timothy Enright had his hardware store, and where he, well, died.”
She nodded.
“On the night Timothy Enright died, he scratched the words four square fifth onto my wall with a tapestry needle.”
Riley frowned, but said nothing.
“I’m wondering if by four square , he meant Four Square Development.”
Riley sat back in her chair and folded her hands. “It’s my understanding that Mr. Enright appeared disoriented and confused that evening.”
“He was slurring his words and staggering, but we now believe that was because he’d been poisoned.”
“ We being you and your team of medical experts?”
I leaned forward. “Look, two people within a week visited my storeroom and later died. I think their deaths are connected.”
“I don’t—”
“As a legal expert whose father was a part of Four Square Development, I thought you, of all people, might be interested in helping me sort this out.”
“This has nothing to do with my father.”
“Are you sure?” I stood and moved toward the door. “Because whoever killed Timothy Enright and Bill Trelawney might not be finished. If you decide to lend a hand, let me know.”
I returned to the Jeep on shaky legs. I hadn’t expected too much help from Riley Kendall given the circumstances, but knowing she was an associate of Lorraine Enright made her antagonism even worse. Riley was in the perfect position to know—or to find out—if Timothy Enright had anything to do with Four Square Development.
I arrived home with more time to spare than I’d expected. I was tired, but I wanted to relax for a few minutes before heading out again.
I left Angus outside in the fenced-in yard and went upstairs to the bedroom. I took out the replica of the MacKenzies’ Mochas logo I was stitching, kicked off my shoes, and leaned back against the pillows. The light streaming through the bedroom was fantastic, so I didn’t need to turn on my nightstand lamp just yet. I was planning to give the logo to Sadie and Blake as a Christmas present, so I couldn’t work on it at the shop.
The MacKenzies’ Mochas logo is a huge, tan coffee cup with a pale melon stripe. Smoke from the hot coffee is swirling up from the cup. MACKENZIES’ is written over top of it and MOCHAS below it in ivory. The background is a dark wood grain, reminiscent of an old tavern sign.
I was copying the logo from a photograph I took of the MacKenzies’ sign. I’d been working on the design for a month now. So far, I had the top third of the sign completed, but it was slow going. I had needles in three different colors threaded to help me keep up with the frequent color changes. It was nice to see it starting to come together, though.
Three full lines into the design, I glanced at the clock. I’d been working for half an hour. I folded the fabric around the embroidery hoop and placed it back into the nightstand drawer.
I quickly showered and changed. After feeding Angus and taking him for another quick jaunt outside, I went to MacKenzies’ Mochas to meet Sadie. Blake had fixed up a basket of muffins and scones for us to take to Mrs. Trelawney.
“I dread this,” Sadie confided as
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