Page 25 of Sleigh Bells and Snowstorms
Something I certainly didn’t. Not so far, at least.
“I can’t help how I look,” I said, “but I’m not keen on this sort of attention.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not saying a word to anyone. Not that I have anything to tell.”
“I appreciate your discretion.”
Her expression turned suspicious. “You’re not here doing something illegal, are you? I guess you wouldn’t tell me if you were.”
“The small child did ask if I’m a bad guy.”
She laughed. “That would be my niece, Annabel. Sorry about that. Kids don’t have filters.”
“No need to apologize. She was actually quite delightful.”
“Yeah, she’s a great kid.”
“I see that you’re about to leave, but before you go, could I have a bit of your time? Perhaps indoors where it’s warm?”
Her suspicion was back. “Why?”
“You’re right, I’m not a typical tourist. I’m here on business, and I could use your help.”
“Why me?”
Because I find you intriguing, and I’d love an excuse to get closer to you.
“I need the perspective of a local. Preferably one who won’t feed into the… what did you call it? The gossip line?”
“Yeah, town gossip is basically a sport here.” She hesitated, looking me up and down. “All right. I guess if you have questions, I can try to answer them.”
The corners of my mouth lifted. “Wonderful. I wouldn’t dream of asking you to invite me into your space, so would you come up to the flat?”
She glanced at her phone—probably checking the time. “All right.”
I led the way up the stairs and opened the door, stepping aside so she could go in.
“Can I take your coat?” I asked.
“Thanks.” She unzipped, and I stepped in to take it as she slid her arms out.
I had to resist the urge to bring it to my nose and inhale her scent. A coat tree was by the door, so I hung it for her, then took off mine and did the same.
“Coffee?” I asked. “Or tea?”
“No thanks.”
I gestured to the couch, and she took a seat, still wearing her hat. My instincts told me not to crowd her, so I sat in the adjacent armchair.
“So what do you want to know?” she asked, folding her hands in her lap.
Trust her.
The voice in my head was a gentle whisper. Somehow, the lack of force made me inclined to listen.
“I’m here to catch a thief,” I said. “It’s what I do.”
“What did they steal?”
