Morgan by Mayer Dale & Lyons Tasha

Author:Mayer, Dale & Lyons, Tasha [Mayer, Dale]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fiction
ISBN: 9781928122654
Published: 2015-12-29T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

THE SHOP WAS doing a bustling business. As soon as she walked inside, there was a chorus of cries and well wishes. She grinned, feeling more at home than she had in a long time. “Hi everyone.”

She wandered the shop, just thankful to be there. She visited with old friends that were in getting work done, and they were all happy to see her.

It felt wonderful.

Morgan was next door checking out if there’d been anything else going on in the area lately. He’d sprung it on her on the drive over. She didn’t plan to stay here for long, but just being here felt so wonderful – so damn normal – it’s what she needed to do.

And he could do what he did. Worry.

She made her way to the back room where she puttered around putting things to rights. There would be inventory to do soon, and of course the bookkeeping as the second quarterly review was due, and so were the taxes. Business had been good lately. There was so much more she wanted to do here.

Including maybe teaching. She wanted to focus on doing more – giving more. Maybe do more volunteer work. Women who’d had a breast removed and were looking for a different answer. She’d done a wonderful project for a young man who’d lost his leg above his knee. He wanted to memorialize his loss while celebrating the fact that he was still alive.

She’d loved that job. It had so much meaning for both of them.

More jobs like that would be wonderful. She knew there were a lot of people who couldn’t afford tattoos, so maybe she needed to consider pro bono work for some of these people.

“Don’t you look happy with yourself today?” Roxy said, walking over to her desk, two full cups of coffee in her hands. She set them both down and pulled up a chair. “I’ve got a few minutes before the next client. So catch me up, how is the investigation going?”

Jazz glanced around, studied the few people in the shop, and filled her friend in on the latest. She added in a low tone, “Dean went to the police this morning and supposedly came clean.”

Roxy gasped. “Well, good for him.”

Jazz nodded. “Indeed. However, he is also telling the police that as far as he knew, the tattoo shop was being used to communicate with Borg.”

“What? Is that the intruder?” Roxy said, leaning closer, her face both horrified and confused. “And we’re not – are we?”

“Hell no, we’re not!” Jazz’s shocked whisper rang out. She immediately lowered her voice. “But what if we have someone who comes in on a regular basis and is using our place of business regardless?”

“But who?”

She looked so bewildered that Jazz wanted to give her a hug. “I don’t know. We need to consider everyone.”

“Not Perl,” Roxy said immediately. She shook her head. “No, that would be foolish.”

“Not if she thinks we’re never going to notice.”

“Maybe, but I don’t see it.”

Jazz didn’t either, but that wasn’t a businesslike way to go about this.

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