Murder Buys a T-Shirt by Christy Fifield

Author:Christy Fifield [Fifield, Christy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Mystery, cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
ISBN: 9781101576991
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2012-03-06T00:00:00+00:00

I WAS CLOSE TO A MELTDOWN BY CLOSING TIME. I’D battled the computer all afternoon, first trying to find information about Uncle Louis, without much success. While I searched, Bluebeard kept hopping back and forth between the counter and his perch, stopping to stare angrily at the display of memorial T-shirts.

His agitation showed in every movement, and each time he crossed the shop, I had to warn him about damaging the shirts. After every outburst, it took several minutes of soothing and petting to settle him down before I could go back to my research.

Frustrated, I’d finally abandoned the search and pulled up the website, determined to make some progress with the design project.

Why I thought I could do anything, though, I don’t know. I wasn’t any kind of computer whiz; just the opposite, in fact. I blamed my problems on my teacher—and I was self-taught.

I was ready to throw something when Shiloh Weaver came through the front door.

“You okay?” she asked from the doorway, as though she wasn’t sure she should come any farther into the room.

“Some days I purely hate computers,” I said. I closed my files and shut down the system. “What can I do for you?”

She walked over and leaned against the counter. “Just doing some running around for Mr. Fowler. Bank, office supply, the usual. I was driving past and figured I’d stop and check how the shirts were doing.”

“Moved maybe a dozen today,” I answered. I remembered my conversation with Danny Bradley in the gym the night before. “There is one question you can probably answer for me, though, since you’re here.”

“Happy to, if I know the answer.”

“It’s about shirts for the team.” The computer blinked off, and I walked around to the front of the counter. “I ran into Danny Bradley at the gym last night, and he said something about setting shirts aside for the team. Said Fowler usually did that for him, but he’d have to check since I was distributing them this time. This is awkward, but I kind of got the impression that I was expected to not charge them. How do I account for that?”

Shiloh put her hand over her mouth, a stricken look in her eyes. “I can’t believe I forgot to tell you about that,” she said. “I am so sorry! Team shirts are at cost. Six bucks each. The guys will probably come in together, so just keep track of how many you sell at that price. You get the same handling fee, of course,” she added. “Used to be most of them had cash. Now it’s mostly debit cards, except for a few,” she rolled her eyes, “whose parents think they can trust them with a credit card.”

“A high school kid?” I was incredulous. “With a credit card?”

“I know!” She was closer to being a teenager than I was, but we were both doing the geezer can-you-believe-these-kids routine. It made me laugh.

“Lordy! We sound like we’re ancient!”

Shiloh laughed with me. “I know. Makes me feel like an old granny sometimes.

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