Sleeping with Anemone

“So I started asking questions, like how long he’d worked for UPS and where our regular guy was, making him as twitchy as a cat’s tail. When I asked where he left his van-you know how our guy leaves it at the mouth of the alley-he said he must have the wrong business, and took off. So now I’m wondering if he was casing the shop.”

Reilly looked pensive. “How old was he?”

“Maybe twenty, twenty-one,” Lottie said.

“There haven’t been any other robberies on the square recently,” Reilly said as Marco emerged from the workroom, “but businesses on the north side of town have had a string of break-ins, mostly smash-and-grabs for whatever cash they can find. We think it’s a gang of teenagers looking for drug money. Maybe the gang is changing locations.”

“Would they really target a small flower shop?” I asked.

“Why not?” Reilly said. “They’re not bank robbers. They’re looking for easy access. Maybe they got frustrated when they couldn’t find any cash and decided to tear up the shop.”

“Was the alarm tripped?” Marco asked.

“No,” Lottie said. “I found the door open and walked in to this mess.”

“How would teens know how to bypass our alarm system?” I asked Reilly.

“It’s not easy,” Reilly admitted, “but it can be done. Kids today are techno-geeks. The more robberies this gang commits, the better they get. We can’t rule them out.”

I still wasn’t convinced, but how could I prove it was Uniworld?

Marco’s gaze met mine and I knew what he was going to say. I just didn’t want to hear it. “If I give up now,” I told him, “Uniworld wins.”

“I think they’ve already won, Sunshine.”

At lunchtime, we took a short break from cleaning to get a bite to eat. Lottie headed out to pick up a sandwich from the deli, and Grace went home, wanting to change into something more suitable. Marco brought me a bowl of chili, but couldn’t stay. Rafe needed a ride to a job interview, so Marco promised he’d be back later to help with the cleanup.

While Lottie ate her sandwich in the kitchen, I sat by myself in the parlor at a table in front of the bay window, taking comfort in the hot, spicy stew of ground beef, tomatoes, onions, chili peppers, ci

I sighed, feeling blue. I couldn’t continue to suffer Uniworld’s backlash and hope to keep my business ru

I spotted Peter Chi

“I’m handing out schedules of town meetings,” he said, offering me one. “We’re giving them to all local business owners.”

I took one and looked it over. “I’m surprised a busy man like you would have time for this, when you don’t seem to have a moment to answer even one quick e-mail.”

He glanced over his shoulder. “Can I come in for a minute? We need to talk.”

So now he wanted to chat? I opened the door wide. “Sure. Come see what your pals at Uniworld did.”

He stepped inside and gazed around, his face going slack as he took in the extent of the damage. “When did this happen?”

“Last night. Looks like I should install stronger locks. Or do I need to submit a request for that so you and the committee can ignore it, too?”

He pulled out a handkerchief and mopped his forehead, which was beaded with sweat despite the cold temp. “I’m taking a risk coming here, so cut the sarcasm. I had nothing to do with this, nor do I know who did. And just to make this clear, I don’t handle the Uniworld account. I don’t even know which attorney in our firm does. But I can tell you that if you want that new door and ramp installed, you need to stop your campaign against the dairy farm.”

“So you don’t handle the Uniworld account; you just deliver their threats?”

“This is merely a friendly tip from me to you. Give me your word that you and your supporters won’t oppose the farm opening, and you can start looking for a contractor.”

One word. It was that simple. Lottie and Grace would certainly be relieved, as would Marco, Nikki, and my parents. Plus, I could stop worrying about losing Bloomers; I wouldn’t need an escort; and I could get my car back. But could I live with my conscience?

“Explain something to me, please, Mr. Chi

“Just tell me yes or no,” he snapped.

Before Chi

“Don’t take too long, Ms. Knight. You have no idea what you’re up against.” He opened the door, pausing to say, “And if you tell anyone about this conversation, I’ll deny it.”

Lottie came through the curtain just as Chi

If I told her, I knew she’d be upset that I didn’t accept his offer. I handed her the brochure. “He left this for us.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

It took the rest of the week to get Bloomers back up to speed. We had to scrub and polish the wood floors, restock flowers, repair cabinets, and replace vases, candlesticks, bric-a-brac, and all the other gift items that had been broken, plus keep the coffee-and-tea parlor open to generate some income. And although our insurance policy covered most of the damage, I could still feel the swoosh of air through my wallet as money drained out.

Adding to my anxiety, I hadn’t made a decision about my position on the dairy farm, and the opening date was less than a month away. Before Peter Chi

My parents were appalled by the break-in, but Mom wasn’t all that upset about her art deco brooch having gone missing. She assumed it had been trashed along with everything else, and we didn’t see the need to tell her otherwise. I also didn’t voice my suspicions about who was behind it, and as it turned out, I didn’t need to. They’d already concluded it was Uniworld and were adamant that I not do anything to put myself in further danger. Luckily, I could tell them with a clear conscience that I hadn’t scheduled any more protests. Yet.

By the end of the week, Dad had seen to the installation of a stronger dead bolt and a better alarm system, and had sat down with Marco for a face-to-face on how Marco was going to keep me safe, as if a former Army Ranger wouldn’t know. Marco was a good sport about it, though, which went straight into his plus column.

Mom did her part by delivering a new brooch, a copy so good I had no problem putting it out on the middle shelf of the armoire. Unfortunately, with the brooch came the name of another wedding caterer Mom felt sure I’d want to interview, just so I’d be ahead of the game when the time came to get married. I tucked it in a file marked Someday.