Mr. Ellison and—”
A wail broke out behind them.
Sheldon grabbed Gabby’s arm, pulling her back into the house. “Mr. McKay, now’s really not a good time. Gabby will be at the station on time if you want to discuss further business. Right now, we have a friend who needs us.”
Before he could reply, the door was shut in his face.
Surprise gave way to resignation as he made his way back to his car. His idea was a good one, he knew that. But clearly he had more work to do before Gabby or any of the other good people of Mystique truly trusted him.
It occurred to him that he shouldn’t care what Gabby thought about him or his motivations. He was her boss.
But he knew better than to lie to himself. What she thought mattered. A lot.
“Do you think it’s possible Sheriff McGruder is right?” Rayne settled into the passenger’s seat. Her total logic sometimes annoyed Gabby. This could very well be one of those times.
Gabby started the engine and put the Expedition in Reverse. “I don’t know. It’s possible, I guess, but I just can’t believe it.” She glanced at her friend. “What do you think?”
Rayne shrugged. “I just don’t know.”
Sheldon stuck her head between the two captains’ seats. “Logically, I can see where McGruder would come to such a conclusion.”
“But we know Robert.” Rayne lifted her shoulder.
Gabby’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “I just can’t believe this is happening.”
“I won’t believe Robert’s involved,” Imogene huffed from the backseat.
Sheldon tapped her fingernails against the armrest. “But his prints on the gun…Maybe he was struggling to get the gun away from the killer before he was knocked out?” Her insight was probably inspired by the suspense novels she read—claiming it was all part of a librarian’s duty—but Gabby had to admit that her suggestion made sense.
“Okay, if Robert didn’t kill Howard, then who did?” Tonna crossed her arms over her chest.
Wasn’t that the loaded question?
Sheldon broke the silence. “I just don’t know what to make of it all.” She caught Gabby’s eye in the rearview mirror. “With Mr. McKay owning the station now, what does this mean for your job, Gab?”
“I really don’t know.”
Rayne shook her head. “Don’t you go worrying about that now, girl. I’ll hire you in two shakes of a sheep’s tail if something happens.”
“Thanks, I really appreciate it.” But she wouldn’t take that job. No, she hadn’t gone to Ole Miss and gotten her degree in communications to work at a bed-and-breakfast, no matter how high in cotton it sat. And she wouldn’t leave her field—it’d be like proving to Blake Riggsdale that he’d beaten her. After their disastrous relationship, she’d given up journalism, but wouldn’t give up on broadcasting.
“We won’t let you lose out on buying that house. We know what it means to you,” Immy said in a quiet voice, understanding Gabby’s dream.
“Well, when I drove by, there was a Sold sign on it and the grass had been mowed. So, it might not even play into the equation.” She let out a sigh that nearly choked her heart.
“Sold?” Immy’s eyes widened. “There has to be a mistake. The Realtor swore she’d give you a heads-up if a bid came in on the place.”
“I forgot to call the Realtor.” Gabby shrugged. “With everything else happening, I guess this will wait.”
“Don’t worry about things you have no control over.” Immy gave Gabby’s shoulder a squeeze. “This didn’t catch God by surprise. He’s still on the throne and still in control.”
Gabby couldn’t fight the smile tickling her lips. “I know. It’s just hard right now to remember that.” She parked the SUV in the apartment complex’s lot. “Thanks, y’all. I guess I’d better get ready for work. My new boss is coming in. Again.” Gabby opened the driver’s door and stepped out.
Tonna dug her keys from her purse. “I’ll be praying for
A wail broke out behind them.
Sheldon grabbed Gabby’s arm, pulling her back into the house. “Mr. McKay, now’s really not a good time. Gabby will be at the station on time if you want to discuss further business. Right now, we have a friend who needs us.”
Before he could reply, the door was shut in his face.
Surprise gave way to resignation as he made his way back to his car. His idea was a good one, he knew that. But clearly he had more work to do before Gabby or any of the other good people of Mystique truly trusted him.
It occurred to him that he shouldn’t care what Gabby thought about him or his motivations. He was her boss.
But he knew better than to lie to himself. What she thought mattered. A lot.
“Do you think it’s possible Sheriff McGruder is right?” Rayne settled into the passenger’s seat. Her total logic sometimes annoyed Gabby. This could very well be one of those times.
Gabby started the engine and put the Expedition in Reverse. “I don’t know. It’s possible, I guess, but I just can’t believe it.” She glanced at her friend. “What do you think?”
Rayne shrugged. “I just don’t know.”
Sheldon stuck her head between the two captains’ seats. “Logically, I can see where McGruder would come to such a conclusion.”
“But we know Robert.” Rayne lifted her shoulder.
Gabby’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “I just can’t believe this is happening.”
“I won’t believe Robert’s involved,” Imogene huffed from the backseat.
Sheldon tapped her fingernails against the armrest. “But his prints on the gun…Maybe he was struggling to get the gun away from the killer before he was knocked out?” Her insight was probably inspired by the suspense novels she read—claiming it was all part of a librarian’s duty—but Gabby had to admit that her suggestion made sense.
“Okay, if Robert didn’t kill Howard, then who did?” Tonna crossed her arms over her chest.
Wasn’t that the loaded question?
Sheldon broke the silence. “I just don’t know what to make of it all.” She caught Gabby’s eye in the rearview mirror. “With Mr. McKay owning the station now, what does this mean for your job, Gab?”
“I really don’t know.”
Rayne shook her head. “Don’t you go worrying about that now, girl. I’ll hire you in two shakes of a sheep’s tail if something happens.”
“Thanks, I really appreciate it.” But she wouldn’t take that job. No, she hadn’t gone to Ole Miss and gotten her degree in communications to work at a bed-and-breakfast, no matter how high in cotton it sat. And she wouldn’t leave her field—it’d be like proving to Blake Riggsdale that he’d beaten her. After their disastrous relationship, she’d given up journalism, but wouldn’t give up on broadcasting.
“We won’t let you lose out on buying that house. We know what it means to you,” Immy said in a quiet voice, understanding Gabby’s dream.
“Well, when I drove by, there was a Sold sign on it and the grass had been mowed. So, it might not even play into the equation.” She let out a sigh that nearly choked her heart.
“Sold?” Immy’s eyes widened. “There has to be a mistake. The Realtor swore she’d give you a heads-up if a bid came in on the place.”
“I forgot to call the Realtor.” Gabby shrugged. “With everything else happening, I guess this will wait.”
“Don’t worry about things you have no control over.” Immy gave Gabby’s shoulder a squeeze. “This didn’t catch God by surprise. He’s still on the throne and still in control.”
Gabby couldn’t fight the smile tickling her lips. “I know. It’s just hard right now to remember that.” She parked the SUV in the apartment complex’s lot. “Thanks, y’all. I guess I’d better get ready for work. My new boss is coming in. Again.” Gabby opened the driver’s door and stepped out.
Tonna dug her keys from her purse. “I’ll be praying for
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