Dairy-Free Death by P. D. Workman

Author:P. D. Workman [Workman, P. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781988390833
Publisher: pd workman
Published: 2017-10-12T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

ERIN DROPPED VIC AT home and decided to head into the city to do a big grocery shopping run while she had the chance. It was rare for her to get an afternoon—or part of an afternoon—off in which she could do something like that. Normally she had to squeeze it into the evening or the weekend. And working most of Saturday meant it had to be a Sunday after the post-service ladies’ tea. Her going into the city to shop on a Sunday was even worse in the church ladies’ eyes than the sin of being an atheist. They could almost forgive her being an atheist, but they could not abide her breaking the Sabbath, both by running errands and by doing things like exploring caves on Sunday. They believed that she was only an atheist because she hadn’t yet learned the truth. Even though she had explained that she wasn’t searching for any supernatural truth. But breaking the Sabbath… that was just wanton hedonism.

The drive to the city was only forty-five minutes if the highways were clear and there was no one to slow her down or pull her over. And usually, everyone was in just as much of a hurry to cover the ground as she was. In her old life, she would have considered forty-five minutes an unmanageable distance to travel to get to a grocery store. But she had learned not to mind it. It gave her a chance to unwind and just let her mind wander, rocking out to the stereo. Provided she played her own music, since the radio stations were few, fuzzy, and far between.

She made a list in her mind as she drove, thinking about all of the things that she might need before she got to the city again. It wasn’t so much things like eggs and milk that were a problem to get in Bald Eagle Falls—though the prices were higher—but the more specialized baking ingredients, alternative grains and flours, and fun-shaped decorating sprinkles were just not carried by the stores in Bald Eagle Falls.

Erin parked the Challenger and headed for the main doors of the grocer.

“Erin! Erin Price!”

She stopped and turned around, frowning. She hadn’t recognized the male voice. But then she saw who it belonged to.

Alton Summers.

Erin pressed her lips together, irritated. He apparently hadn’t gotten the message the last time he had approached her. She didn’t have anything to talk to him about. Erin turned back toward the store.

“You don’t want to make me chase you, Erin,” he warned. “I really don’t think you want all of the attention you would get if I had to go in there, shouting after you. It could be very embarrassing for you.”

Erin looked back at him, stopping again. “If you are going to harass me, I will call the police. Did you follow me here?” She’d barely glanced in the rear-view mirror after leaving Bald Eagle Falls. Did he just happen to be at the grocery store at

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