to argue with him. He didn't have to be certain, but she was. As they finished their meal Nick started clearing away the take out containers.
“Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you?” he asked a little nervously as he tossed the boxes and plates in the trash.
“No, I don't know if I could sleep with you next to me,” she said slyly as she sat back in her chair.
“I slept on the couch,” he said quickly, blushing a little.
“Oh,” Bekki felt a little disappointed. She had enjoyed imagining him laying beside her. “Well, maybe when I'm feeling better we can make this a real dinner out, hmm?”
“I'd love that,” he agreed and then paused beside her. “If anything happens tonight, just give me a call. I'll be at home only a few minutes away,” he reminded her.
“Thanks Nick, for everything,” she smiled. When they kissed she felt a ripple of desire that almost convinced her to forget about searching the bakery. But she couldn't. She pulled away from him and yawned, as if she was exhausted.
“All right, you head to bed,” he murmured reluctantly. Apparently he had felt the same pull.
“I'm going,” Bekki assured him. She walked into the bedroom and lay down. Then she listened for the door to close behind him. She waited until the sun had fully set and then climbed right back out of bed. She peered through the front window but she couldn’t see him. She knew she had to be careful not to be spotted . She slipped out through the back door, and headed straight for the bakery.
Chapter Four
The bakery was dark except for the natural light of the moon filtering through the front window which illuminated enough of the front of the store for Bekki to look around. She knew that the moment Nick found out she had snuck into the bakery, he would be livid, but as she had told him, this was who she was. She was not going to let a silly thing like trespassing stop her from discovering the truth. A hair pin had made the lock very easy to open. As she studied the room around her she began to imagine what Lydia's last moments might have been like. Maybe she and Julie were arguing. Maybe Julie had drugged her so that she would be easier to kill. But Nick had claimed that the toxins screen they ran on her, to rule out any influence of drugs or alcohol, was clear. So Lydia, a relatively strong woman, and Julie, a thin but powerful woman, were arguing in the front of the bakery. How did that argument transform into a murder that looked like a suicide? It just didn't make sense. She could not figure out how Lydia ended up hanged in her own bakery.
Of course the noose had been cut down from the rafter. But Bekki wanted to recreate the crime scene as much as possible. It had been burned into her mind, but still, she might have overlooked something. Bekki pulled a chair back under the spot where Lydia had been found. She tested its sturdiness. Then she climbed on top of it. From her perspective she could see the entire front of the bakery. She was slightly shorter than Lydia had been, but not enough to make a big difference. She stood on her toes, imagining the noose around her neck. It was an eerie thing to think of, even if she knew it wasn't going to happen to her. She couldn't imagine how it must have felt for Lydia.
"Then she kicked it out from under her," Bekki said under her breath as she tried to figure out the sequence of events. "That's what she would have had to do if she killed herself.”
Bekki's eyes glanced down in the direction of the floor. She remembered where the suicide note had been. She could tell that Lydia would have been able to look right at it. In fact, the words were positioned facing her, so that she could have read it.
"Lydia, why would you want to look at the note?" she asked out loud, her voice filling the empty bakery.
Bekki frowned and then stepped down from the chair. This time instead of imagining the suicide, she envisioned the murder.
"Julie, what are you doing
“Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you?” he asked a little nervously as he tossed the boxes and plates in the trash.
“No, I don't know if I could sleep with you next to me,” she said slyly as she sat back in her chair.
“I slept on the couch,” he said quickly, blushing a little.
“Oh,” Bekki felt a little disappointed. She had enjoyed imagining him laying beside her. “Well, maybe when I'm feeling better we can make this a real dinner out, hmm?”
“I'd love that,” he agreed and then paused beside her. “If anything happens tonight, just give me a call. I'll be at home only a few minutes away,” he reminded her.
“Thanks Nick, for everything,” she smiled. When they kissed she felt a ripple of desire that almost convinced her to forget about searching the bakery. But she couldn't. She pulled away from him and yawned, as if she was exhausted.
“All right, you head to bed,” he murmured reluctantly. Apparently he had felt the same pull.
“I'm going,” Bekki assured him. She walked into the bedroom and lay down. Then she listened for the door to close behind him. She waited until the sun had fully set and then climbed right back out of bed. She peered through the front window but she couldn’t see him. She knew she had to be careful not to be spotted . She slipped out through the back door, and headed straight for the bakery.
Chapter Four
The bakery was dark except for the natural light of the moon filtering through the front window which illuminated enough of the front of the store for Bekki to look around. She knew that the moment Nick found out she had snuck into the bakery, he would be livid, but as she had told him, this was who she was. She was not going to let a silly thing like trespassing stop her from discovering the truth. A hair pin had made the lock very easy to open. As she studied the room around her she began to imagine what Lydia's last moments might have been like. Maybe she and Julie were arguing. Maybe Julie had drugged her so that she would be easier to kill. But Nick had claimed that the toxins screen they ran on her, to rule out any influence of drugs or alcohol, was clear. So Lydia, a relatively strong woman, and Julie, a thin but powerful woman, were arguing in the front of the bakery. How did that argument transform into a murder that looked like a suicide? It just didn't make sense. She could not figure out how Lydia ended up hanged in her own bakery.
Of course the noose had been cut down from the rafter. But Bekki wanted to recreate the crime scene as much as possible. It had been burned into her mind, but still, she might have overlooked something. Bekki pulled a chair back under the spot where Lydia had been found. She tested its sturdiness. Then she climbed on top of it. From her perspective she could see the entire front of the bakery. She was slightly shorter than Lydia had been, but not enough to make a big difference. She stood on her toes, imagining the noose around her neck. It was an eerie thing to think of, even if she knew it wasn't going to happen to her. She couldn't imagine how it must have felt for Lydia.
"Then she kicked it out from under her," Bekki said under her breath as she tried to figure out the sequence of events. "That's what she would have had to do if she killed herself.”
Bekki's eyes glanced down in the direction of the floor. She remembered where the suicide note had been. She could tell that Lydia would have been able to look right at it. In fact, the words were positioned facing her, so that she could have read it.
"Lydia, why would you want to look at the note?" she asked out loud, her voice filling the empty bakery.
Bekki frowned and then stepped down from the chair. This time instead of imagining the suicide, she envisioned the murder.
"Julie, what are you doing
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