Chapter 191

• I was halfway through rearranging the display in the front window when I heard Julian’s voice from the back room. He was on the phone, but I could tell from the tone that it was not a supplier or customer. The low, measured sound he used meant he was listening carefully.
• When he hung up, he came toward me, wiping his hands on the dish towel he always seemed to carry when he was in the boutique. “You have seen the news yet?”
• I stepped down from the stool I had been using to reach the top shelf. “No. What news?”