Fake it to the Limit (Castle Cove Mystery Series Book 1) by Mary Frame

Author:Mary Frame [Frame, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-09T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

I spend the next few days watching video footage of Castle Cove instead of what I should be doing, which is readying the shop for the grand opening this weekend.

I still need to fix the display case that Gravy broke, but I haven’t the first idea how to do it. It’s too big, I’ll probably need to find the money to purchase an entirely new display, but . . . I don’t even have a dry bed to sleep in at this point.

There’s nothing useful on the videos, no more canvas bags. I do see Tabby making out with Ben, which I promptly turn off and delete, guilt niggling at me for even the little glimpse I got. And I see Jared paying for Mrs. Hale’s cupcakes, which also makes me feel guilty. Damn him.

I do tip him off about Mrs. Olsen being the purchaser of the canvas bags, even though I know it’s a dead end. At least I have something to offer by using my “abilities.”

We need better intel though, and soon.

When Paige gets home, we eat dinner, she does her homework, and then she takes a turn at watching the surveillance footage while I work on unloading the shipments that have come in.

“Houston, we have a problem,” Paige says, coming into the front shop.

“What’s up?”

“One of the cameras slipped. The gas station.”

I put down the box of unicorn figurines that I’d been unwrapping and face her. “They’re still open. You run distraction and I’ll fix it.”

She nods.

The wire attachment to the small video piece is faulty. Luckily, I brought a few things with me to fix any potential issues. I use a bread tie to quickly re-attach the small lens while Paige buys a pack of gum at the counter, and then we’re done.

When we get to our street, there’s a truck idling at the curb.

Tabby is at the tailgate. “Hey,” she calls out when we get closer. “I brought you something.”

We round the truck to see what she’s doing. Ben’s with her; the truck must be his. They’re hauling a large wooden object out of the back of the truck.

“Is that . . . ?” Paige asks.

“I built you a new shelf!” Tabby says, clapping her hands.

“You made this?” I’m stunned. It looks nicer than the one Gravy broke. Dark wood that matches the rest of the shelving, but with bright new glass, and the corners are carved with an elaborate wood trim.

She shrugs. “It’s no biggie. Help us carry it inside.”

Paige runs to open the door while Ben, Tabby, and I haul it up the porch steps and inside.

“I can never pay you back for this,” I say, still in shock after we set it where the old unit was.

“You don’t have to.”

“Why would you do this for me?”

She’s baffled. “Why wouldn’t I do this for you?”

Because I’m a fraud. “You barely know me.”

“Yeah, but you’re a good egg.” She pats me on the arm.

If only you knew.

“You can repay me by working our booth at the Bike, Fish, and Cookie Festival.

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