counter of the reception desk. "How could you even suspect that I had something to do with this?"
"Well, after what you did to those two men..." he started to say.
"No," Bekki said sternly as she looked into his eyes. "You told me that you wanted to talk. I'm talking. What I want to know is, do you really think I did this?"
Nick held her gaze, his expression unflinching as he replied. "Of course not Bekki," he said quietly. "I know that you didn't kill Daisy."
"Then you can help me prove it," Bekki suggested as she stood up from the counter and stepped closer to him. "I need your resources to look into the background of a man who runs the dry cleaners in town."
"You mean Pete?" he asked calmly. "Is he Daisy's lover?"
Bekki shrugged a little. "I'm not sure, but that's what the rumor is."
"Well, you know this town and rumors," he said carefully. "Don't get too wrapped up in them Bekki."
"Oh, I think I'm wrapped up in the one that says I'm a cold blooded killer, Nick," she said and walked him to the door of the salon. "Just find out all the information you can on him, please?" she asked and met his gaze.
"I will," Nick said and started to open the door. Then he paused and looked back at her. "Bekki, I'm going to find a way to fix all of this, I promise."
Bekki was the one who was stunned as he walked out the door. His meaningful look had left her feeling that familiar flutter in her heart. Regardless of his promise, Bekki was not going to wait for him to fix things. Instead as soon as the salon was closed for the day she headed for the dry cleaner's. Unfortunately when she arrived the store was already closed. She peered through the front window hoping to spot some movement inside. As she was jiggling the lock on the door, wondering if she could sneak inside, she heard someone walking up behind her. She spun so fast that she could have easily struck out at the person who was standing just a few inches away from her. Luckily she caught herself before she did.
“No more going it alone,” Sammy insisted as she stepped up beside her. “I'm going to make sure that I stick to you like glue.”
“That really isn't necessary,” Bekki insisted as she sighed and turned away from the shop. “It's locked anyway.”
“That's okay,” Sammy grinned. “I happen to know just where he goes for his dinner.”
“Seriously?” Bekki shook her head in wonder. “How do you know everything that goes on in this town?”
“All a girl needs are ears to listen,” Sammy smirked and offered Bekki her arm. “Nick interrupted us at the salon before I could tell you that Mrs. Culpper mentioned that she saw Daisy and Pete having a fight the other day in the parking lot,” Sammy said with a satisfied grin as they walked down the street. “She overheard them say something about a divorce.”
“Interesting,” Bekki nodded her head and smiled, “well, that definitely makes him a prime suspect.”
Chapter Five
When they arrived at the small restaurant it was not very busy. It was a little after the dinner hour and the restaurant would be closing in only an hour. Still the waitress was courteous enough to seat them.
Sammy instantly hid behind her menu and hissed to Bekki. “That's him, over there, by the window!”
Bekki glanced over at the man that Sammy was referring to. He appeared to be in his late fifties, and had thinning blonde hair sideswept across his forehead. He was dining alone from what she could tell, and didn't seem to be the least bit broken up about it.
“Bekki, don't stare!” Sammy hissed and ducked down further behind the menu. “The man could be a crazed killer, you don't want him to know that you're looking at him.”
Bekki arched an eyebrow as if considering whether she did or not. However, she lifted the menu up in front of her face just before Pete glanced over in their direction. The waitress walked over to his table and refilled his soda, before heading over to take their order.
“What's