““I’ll talk to Carmen,” I told Grace. “What shall we do about Jillian?” Yikes. Grace had a point. I didn’t want my nosy cousin to barge in while I was questioning Carmen and mess up my chance to help with the murder investigation. “We’ll have to send her out on more deliveries. There are three orders in the cooler, and if the limo driver can squeeze the Hummer into the alley, he can load them through the back door. Jillian won’t need to step foot up front.” “Brilliant idea,” Grace said. “I’ll ta...ke care of it. You go talk to Carmen.” When I stepped through the curtain, Carmen stopped primping and turned toward me, her winged eyebrows raising in recognition. She was wearing a black wool swing coat with a silver-and-black scarf around her throat, her long platinum hair pulled back with a silver clip at the nape of her neck, and short black boots with silver heels. Beneath her open coat I could see a turquoise sweater and black pencil skirt. “Nice to see you again, Carmen,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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