Maybe he’d even get the police involved. She couldn’t risk them screwing everything up, so she’d managed to keep mum about it all night. Needless to say, she was glad when morning came and she could escape to the bakery. Walking in through the back, she glanced toward the basement door, her stomach taut with excited anticipation. She couldn’t wait to get down there and open the door, but Victor’s shop had been closed last night so they hadn’t been able to get a key. Not only that, but she still had a bakery to run and had a ton of things to do, not the least of which was trying one last tweak to the scone recipe. Tomorrow was the bicentennial celebration and she’d need to have the recipe perfected by morning in order to bake a fresh batch in time for the judging. Nans, Ruth, Ida and Helen had some finishing touches to do on their display for the historical society, so, even though they all were dying to get into the sewer, they’d decided it was best to meet later in the afternoon, get the key from Victor and then get into the sewer once Lexy closed the shop for the day.
