Chapter 57

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Wills must have taken care of the clothes before he’d left for work. His suit was set aside to go to the cleaners, his suitcase had been emptied, and the shirt he’d torn off himself was in the trash. Who’d have thought he could inflict that much damage on an article of clothing?

With one less thing to do, I’d gotten my shopping done, and now the radio played softly in the kitchen. I had preheated the oven and was just putting the game hens into it when the buzzer for the downstairs door sounded, and I jumped and nearly spilled the hens onto the floor.

“Phew!” I caught the pan in the nick of time and slid it onto the rack. Then I closed the door, wiped off my hands, and went to the foyer to thumb the intercom. “Yes?”

“Uh…I have a delivery.” The voice was male.

“For?”

“Um…No name. I was just given this address. I’m from Carnations and Roses and Orchids, Oh My.”

“Flowers? They’re probably for the ladies downstairs.”

“No. It says three on the delivery slip.”