Plaid and Plagiarism
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good news about Jess. He Kenneth opened the bag of scones and offered them to tally. When she hesitated, you wafted the bag under her nose the way she'd wafted the papers under Jan. It's your mother, declared them worthy of a place in the tea room. Tally took one on was suitably impressed. Gloria Santi can. It asked. Now it's time for your crash course on V A. T and other taxis, Tally looked suitably chagrined. I've been had that was bait and switch. It's no use complaining to me, he said, as it will be no use complaining to the queen herself when it comes to paying them. Tally gave in with good grace, but not before taking a second scorn. Janet wished her luck but had no doubt she was up to the tax task. Tally had taught tax law for 10 years. Back home, she settled on the stool behind the desk as Italian Kenneth disappeared into the office area. In truth, she was glad Tally was going to be otherwise occupied. She needed time to think through and worry about what it might mean that Jess wasn't being held, that she could at last move into the house that she or Tally or one of the others was under suspicion? No, she refused to believe that rumours were one thing. Facts were another. The four of them had been together between the time you know had left you on Bonnie books on the time they found her dead. Except except for the hour or so, Christine ran home to have a meal with her parents, but that time would be accounted for. Two. It could be proved if, if Christine's parents remembered, Janet felt tightness creeping into her shoulders. She rolled thumb low earth, Um took a couple of slow, deep breaths, nearly jumped out of her skin when Pamela cleared her throat behind her. I didn't want to sneak up on you, Pamela said. But I wanted you to know that we still have a few personal bits and bobs in the office to clear out. Janet re folded the notes. We'll pack them up this afternoon, Pamela continued, and there's the ordering process still to go over. But then, I really don't think you need us for much of anything else. I said before Under meant it. You're natural born booksellers. We should be getting out of your hair and leaving you to it. Do you think we're ready? Janet looked at the rose and ranks of bookcases on Over at the window displays her new domain shelves and shelves of books on all of them, bright and crisp and new Buying the building. The business on making this move had been a bigger leap of faith than the one she'd made when she married Curtis. Do you think you're ready? Pamela asked. I do. Pamela reached past Janet, fumbling for a tissue. It's been a good life, but to be perfectly honest, I can't wait to be shot of it. Can't wait to be shut up. This place of the everlasting cold and damp account tweet until I've had so much bloody Sunday that we buckets of tears for a breath of air conditioning. She laughed, then blew her nose and wiped her eyes. Not that I don't wish you the best inverse scales of Bonnie Town, and there's nothing like the book business. It's just cold and damp. Janet said she handed Pamela the tissue books. I hope he didn't think we were gossiping earlier on that it was praying when I asked if you'd spoken to Ian Atkinson after the the last evening. It's just we don't get this kind of crime here. It's unsettling, to say the least. I suppose in America you get we don't, Janet said. I didn't anyway. She found herself with the folded pages of notes, then thought better of it. She folded them a second time and slip them into a back pocket. You said something about Una, knowing if Ian Atkinson has been drinking too much or aiming to find out, You really know if she wass because that might explain why she was in my garden if she was spying on him. If she was looking for scandal, she let that dangle and watched. While Pamela thought it through, Pamela glanced at the office and checked for customers before answering. There's no knowing what she was up to. She couldn't be content to answer letters from the desperate and the daft in her column. She should have stopped there, but you're right. She started calling herself on investigative journalist