He felt like a heel. But he’d had to do something. He knew without asking that Lili would consider his actions a sign of his lack of faith in her. She would be right. At Tom’s suggestion, Ken had hired Curtis to keep an eye on the store each night, without, of course, telling anyone who worked there about him. He had ordered Curtis to just watch from a distance, then write down and report any nighttime activity of any kind at the store. If anyone carried out anything that looked like merchandise from the store, when it was supposed to be closed, Ken was going to know about it immediately. Hiring Curtis was decidedly under-handed and unfair to Lili. However, he reasoned, if she was innocent, his actions would prove that as well as, God forbid, the opposite. Ken shifted in his chair and listened to the chain-smoking private detective. He was still a heel. It was three weeks since they had taken the last inventory, and he knew nothing more than he had after the first one. So, he’d hired this little weasel of a man as a last resort.
