But instead, Carrie stopped in around two with a box of freshly baked brownies, having apparently decided, once again, that looking after herself was a low priority.“I thought I could run these over to Russ,” she said. “But I don’t mind watching the shop, Jo” she said, “if you’d like to take them instead.”“No, Carrie. I’d rather wait until later tonight. It’s quieter then. There’s a couple of things I might like to talk to Russ about, assuming he’s up to it.”Carrie looked at Jo curiously but didn’t pry, something Jo greatly appreciated. She hadn’t told Carrie—or anyone—about what Russ’s brother Scott had shared with her. She wasn’t sure whether she would bring it up with Russ, but it had been weighing on her mind, along with the half dozen or so other things that had popped up in the last twenty-four hours. She had, of course, told Carrie what they found on the Internet concerning Bill Ewing and Patrick Weeks. But about Russ—that would have to wait until Jo sorted it out for herself.“Well, then,”
