shoulder. She’d had a late night, and waking up early hadn’t been a part of the plan until Jung had called her with a waffle emergency.
“You should go home and get some rest,” Amy said, tapping her on the forehead with the end of a wooden paddle for stirring coffee.
“I don’t think I’d be able to rest, even if I did go home. Dave’s feeling boisterous today. He’s demanding to be let out of the house. I get the feeling he wants to see Lilly,” Heather said, then stifled a yawn.
“I hope she’s okay,” Amy said, softly. “She loved hearing about Eva’s Mustang.”
“Hey, I forgot about that.”
“Yeah, Eva has had the car for years. Apparently, her husband was a car aficionado, and he saved up everything to get that ‘Stang. She doesn’t like it, but she kept it because it reminds her of him.”
Heather chuckled. “That’s so Eva.”
“Right?”
It was a pretty slow Friday morning. A couple of customers, one mom with a baby on her hip, and a couple of businessmen, occupied the tables around the front of the store, already snacking on their donut orders.
This was definitely the quietest the place had been in weeks. It made Heather’s stomach twirl around in her body. What if people had heard about Davidson’s accusations and they didn’t want to come to Donut Delights anymore, because of it?
“Have you made any headway with the case?” Amy asked.
“Not yet,” Heather replied. “After our walk yesterday and the whole incident with Lilly, I haven’t been able to wrap my mind around it.” She scraped her hand through her hair.
Clattering from the kitchen broke through her thoughts. Heather sat up straight and shared a quizzical look with Amy. The clangs continued, and a yell rang out.
The mom at the table nearby frowned and shushed her infant.
“Oh boy,” Heather said. “It’s like I attract trouble.”
“We’ve established that,” Amy replied. “But let’s find out what this particular brand of trouble has in store.”
They slipped off their stools and walked towards the kitchen doors.
They swung open, and Detective Davidson appeared from within the Donut Delights kitchen, followed closely by Maricela, who held a rolling pin aloft.
“He came through the back door,” Maricela said. “I don’t care who he is. Nobody comes through the back door of the store.”
“Keep talking like that, young lady, and I’ll arrest you for –”
“Arrest me?!” Maricela waggled the rolling pin. She didn’t like officers, apart from Ryan, who she only trusted because he was married to Heather. “You arrest me? Ha!” She rattled off a few Spanish incantations.
“What’s going on, Detective Davidson? Is there a reason you disturbed my staff?” Heather asked.
Maricela’s Spanish taunts intensified. She moved closer to the Detective, still wiggling the marble rolling pin around, and Davidson took a step back, blinking at her in shock.
Another moment of ‘does not compute’, but from an officer of the law, this time.
“Mrs. Shepherd, I want to talk to you in your office.”
“Is that so?” Amy asked. “Maybe try the front door next time.” The corners of her lips twitched, and she eyed Maricela, who was still in full swing – excuse the pun. “I think it would be best for everyone’s health in this case.”
“Mrs. Shepherd, kindly remove this woman from my presence, or I am going to arrest her,” Davidson said.
“You have no charges to arrest her on, and I don’t remove my staff in any capacity, thank you very much.” That wasn’t technically true. Maricela had threatened a police officer, but Davidson seemed too wild-eyed to do anything about it.
Maricela finished her diatribe, swished the rolling pin once, then turned and strode back into the kitchen. The doors swung shut behind her, and the table of businessmen in the corner cheered and clapped.
“Breakfast and a show,” said one of the suits.
Heather sighed and massaged her temples. She hummed
“You should go home and get some rest,” Amy said, tapping her on the forehead with the end of a wooden paddle for stirring coffee.
“I don’t think I’d be able to rest, even if I did go home. Dave’s feeling boisterous today. He’s demanding to be let out of the house. I get the feeling he wants to see Lilly,” Heather said, then stifled a yawn.
“I hope she’s okay,” Amy said, softly. “She loved hearing about Eva’s Mustang.”
“Hey, I forgot about that.”
“Yeah, Eva has had the car for years. Apparently, her husband was a car aficionado, and he saved up everything to get that ‘Stang. She doesn’t like it, but she kept it because it reminds her of him.”
Heather chuckled. “That’s so Eva.”
“Right?”
It was a pretty slow Friday morning. A couple of customers, one mom with a baby on her hip, and a couple of businessmen, occupied the tables around the front of the store, already snacking on their donut orders.
This was definitely the quietest the place had been in weeks. It made Heather’s stomach twirl around in her body. What if people had heard about Davidson’s accusations and they didn’t want to come to Donut Delights anymore, because of it?
“Have you made any headway with the case?” Amy asked.
“Not yet,” Heather replied. “After our walk yesterday and the whole incident with Lilly, I haven’t been able to wrap my mind around it.” She scraped her hand through her hair.
Clattering from the kitchen broke through her thoughts. Heather sat up straight and shared a quizzical look with Amy. The clangs continued, and a yell rang out.
The mom at the table nearby frowned and shushed her infant.
“Oh boy,” Heather said. “It’s like I attract trouble.”
“We’ve established that,” Amy replied. “But let’s find out what this particular brand of trouble has in store.”
They slipped off their stools and walked towards the kitchen doors.
They swung open, and Detective Davidson appeared from within the Donut Delights kitchen, followed closely by Maricela, who held a rolling pin aloft.
“He came through the back door,” Maricela said. “I don’t care who he is. Nobody comes through the back door of the store.”
“Keep talking like that, young lady, and I’ll arrest you for –”
“Arrest me?!” Maricela waggled the rolling pin. She didn’t like officers, apart from Ryan, who she only trusted because he was married to Heather. “You arrest me? Ha!” She rattled off a few Spanish incantations.
“What’s going on, Detective Davidson? Is there a reason you disturbed my staff?” Heather asked.
Maricela’s Spanish taunts intensified. She moved closer to the Detective, still wiggling the marble rolling pin around, and Davidson took a step back, blinking at her in shock.
Another moment of ‘does not compute’, but from an officer of the law, this time.
“Mrs. Shepherd, I want to talk to you in your office.”
“Is that so?” Amy asked. “Maybe try the front door next time.” The corners of her lips twitched, and she eyed Maricela, who was still in full swing – excuse the pun. “I think it would be best for everyone’s health in this case.”
“Mrs. Shepherd, kindly remove this woman from my presence, or I am going to arrest her,” Davidson said.
“You have no charges to arrest her on, and I don’t remove my staff in any capacity, thank you very much.” That wasn’t technically true. Maricela had threatened a police officer, but Davidson seemed too wild-eyed to do anything about it.
Maricela finished her diatribe, swished the rolling pin once, then turned and strode back into the kitchen. The doors swung shut behind her, and the table of businessmen in the corner cheered and clapped.
“Breakfast and a show,” said one of the suits.
Heather sighed and massaged her temples. She hummed
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