She enjoyed making the sandwiches for the day’s special; they were colorful and tasty—sliced honey-glazed ham on Hawaiian bread with a thick slice of roasted pineapple, a few leaves of the naturally flavorful mizuna that she had discovered last week at the farmer’s market, and a drizzle of brown ...
“I don’t understand how you managed all of this,” she said. “You ladies are amazing.” “It took a bit of work,” Martha admitted. “We had to convince Allison and Cameron to fudge the schedule. That was really the hardest part. We had to promise them that you wouldn’t be mad.” “Allison texted Kariss...
Moira asked, disappointed to see David walking back into the deli empty-handed. “No.” He sighed. “He’s probably long gone. Can I see those pictures again?” “Sure.” She handed him her phone. “I’m sorry. I should have done more. I could have followed him, at least.” “I’m glad you didn’t. I don’t li...
As she had thought, when she had told him about her interview at the police station, he had become even more determined to find the real killer as quickly as possible. His suggestion of talking to the housekeeper who had let Candice into the room where Mike had been found was a good one, though s...
She pulled a cover-up over her shoulders, slipped her feet into her sandals, grabbed her room card, then knocked on Candice’s door. It was time to start having some fun on this cruise, and push thoughts of the murder and the competition out of her mind, for the time being at least. It was hot out...
He gave her a sharp, concerned glance. “What’s wrong?” he asked. Moira couldn’t bring herself to say out loud what she had seen, but managed to choke out the words “the kitchen,” and point towards the back of the store. David frowned and hesitated for a moment, then strode towards the door that l...
Moira was at the store at least six days a week, and sometimes worked whole months without a single day off. She was devoted to the store, and her hard work had paid off; she was making a good living for herself and could even help support her daughter in chasing her dreams. She usually got to th...
She also didn’t want to miss Martha’s visit; Emilia’s sister had a right to know about the phone call. When she got to the station, she made her way straight to the front desk. She wasn’t sure who she should talk to, but she was certain that whoever was in charge of investigating Emilia’s death w...
David Morris looked up as an attractive woman who looked to be about his own age, approached the table. Her bright green eyes were intelligent and curious as she took him in. He found that he was glad that he had decided to wear his trench coat, even though it was a bit clichéd. It fit him well. ...
she said to her dog the next evening as she pulled on her boots. “I can’t bring you this time. I promised Candice I’d help her with a big order of chocolates, which means we’re going to be spending a lot of time in the kitchen, and I doubt any of her customers want to find a dog hair in their can...
The woman, who stopped in nearly every day for lunch, smiled in return and promised to come back tomorrow. “Her name is Thelma and she’s one of our regulars. It’s good to learn people’s names when you can,” Moira said to the young woman who was standing next to her. Meg Brownell was a petite twen...
A small farmhouse sat on the other side of the driveway, and she wasn’t quite sure which building she was expected to go to. She was beginning to regret even agreeing to this meeting in the first place. Luke Samwell had passed away just over a week ago. It felt wrong to make other arrangements wi...
Moira was glad to find that they could work side by side without awkwardness, despite the fact that they had gone on a date and had yet to really talk about any feelings that they had for each other. She sent Darrin home early, with strict instructions to keep an eye out for his missing friend. “...