The Leprechaun's Loot by Constance Barker

Author:Constance Barker [Barker, Constance]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Constance Barker
Published: 2019-03-01T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

There wasn’t much more time to gossip after that. It was around time for the dinner rush, which kept us occupied. Cookie was more than enough occupied with thoughts of Abel. She was a ball of nervous energy, and the customers could tell.

“Are you alright?” One of them asked her after she nearly overfilled their coffee cups, which happened just after she had brought them the wrong order three times over.

“Who, me?” She asked. “I’m great. Fit as a fiddle,” she replied smiling before walking away.

“Cookie, you have to pay more attention,” I said to her quietly while passing her an order. There were only a few customers left, the rush was almost over. If she could pull it together for only a little longer, we’d get through the supper rush even faster.

“I’m trying,” she whined. “I’ll pull it together.” The far off look in her eyes told me otherwise, but she was still doing fine. Most people just assumed that she was concerned for Lightning. A few customers had come in saying that they had seen him leave the police station in a fit. He was shouting at the station, throwing his arm up and pointing his cane in a very threatening manner. Obviously, this was concerning, but I knew Cookie’s thoughts were all about Abel. Lightning was always one for a dramatic exit. Likely he was only mad that they hadn’t already found who was responsible.

Once things calmed down, the phone rang again. “Really?” I said, hoping it wasn’t Abel. I didn’t want to be constantly giving him advice, I mean we were all in or around our forties. He should be able to ask someone out, regardless of how shy or uncertain he was.

“If that’s Abel, tell him to grow up,” Verny said shaking her head. Cookie shot her a look. It did seem that whoever was calling knew the general schedule of the rushes at the deli. The phone rang almost as soon as we died down each time.

“Answer it on speaker,” Cookie suggested.

“Hello?” I said after answering and putting the phone on speaker.

“Hi, Josie,” Lightning replied. “Are Verny and Cookie there?” He asked. I almost nodded in reply before remembering that he couldn't see me.

“We’re here,” Cookie replied for me. Verny had crossed her arms and pursed her lips.

“I just wanted to apologize for what I said this morning, I didn’t mean it,” he said, sounding so chagrined I could almost see his ears turning pink. “It wasn’t very nice of me to say.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Verny said with a nod. She always appreciated a straightforward apology. “I accept your apology.”

“I need your help,” he said.

“With what?” I asked.

“You need to come over after you close the deli and help me figure out who stole my dagger.” He sounded on edge, even more than he had earlier. He wasn’t one to ask for help at least not this directly.

“Aren’t Gideon and Abel on the case?” I asked, wondering why he wanted our help. The police can do a lot more than the three of us could.

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