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these things on the two-minute walk from Krosen’s. I think I started to whimper.” She stuffed the best part of a jelly-filled into her mouth and talked around it. “I worried about you. I know you said you were okay when I called last night, just a little headache, don’t want to talk about it, blah, blah, blah, but Mommy worried, sweetie.”
    “I’m okay. It was awful, but I’m okay.”
    Jenny held out the box. “Eat sugar.”
    “God. Do you know how long I’ll have to work out to chip this off my ass?”
    Jenny only smiled when Laine caved and took a cream-filled. “You’ve got such a pretty ass, too.” She rubbed her belly in slow circles as she watched Laine nibble. “You don’t look like you got much sleep.”
    “No. Couldn’t settle.” Despite every effort not to, she looked through the display window. “I must’ve been the last person he spoke to, and I brushed him off because I was busy.”
    “Can you imagine how Missy’s feeling this morning? And it’s no more her fault than yours.” She went to the back room, moving in the waddle/march she’d developed in the sixth month of her pregnancy and came back with two mugs. “You’ll have some tea to go with your sugar hit. You’re going to need both to fortify you for the onslaught when we open. Everybody’s going to want to come by.”
    “I know.”
    “Vince is going to keep it quiet until he’s got more figured out, but it’s going to get out, and I figure you’ve got a right to know.”
    Here it comes, Laine thought. “Know what?”
    “The guy’s name? It wasn’t the name on the card he gave you.”
    “I’m sorry?”
    “It wasn’t the name he had on his driver’s license or credit cards either,” Jenny continued excitedly. “It was an alias. His name was William Young. Get this . He was an ex-convict.”
    She hated hearing the man she remembered so fondly called an ex-con, as if it was the sum of him. And hated herself for doing nothing to defend him. “You’re kidding? That little man?”
    “Larceny, fraud, possession of stolen goods, and that’s just convictions. From what I wormed out of Vince, he was suspected of a lot more. Like a career criminal, Laine. And he was in here, probably casing the joint.”
    “You’re watching too many old movies, Jenny.”
    “Come on ! What if you’d been alone in here? What if he had a gun?”
    Laine dusted sugar off her fingers. “Did he have a gun?”
    “Well, no, but he could have. He could’ve robbed you.”
    “A career criminal comes all the way to Angel’s Gap to rob my store? Man, that website really works.”
    Jenny struggled to look annoyed, then barked out a laugh. “Okay, so he probably wasn’t planning on knocking over the joint.”
    “I’m going to take exception if you keep calling my shop a joint.”
    “But he had to be up to something. He gave you his card, right?”
    “Yes, but—”
    “So maybe he was hoping to sell you stolen merchandise. Who’d look in a place like this for hot goods? Like I told Vince, he probably did a job recently, and maybe his usual fence dried up or something, so he had to find a way to turn the goods, and fast.”
    “And of all the antique stores in all the world, he walks into mine?” She laughed it off, but there was a twist in her gut as she wondered if that was indeed the reason Willy had come to her door.
    “Well, he had to walk into one, why not yours?”
    “Ah . . . because this isn’t a TV movie of the week?”
    “You have to admit it’s strange.”
    “Yes, it’s strange, and it’s sad. And it’s also ten o’clock, Jen. Let’s open and see what the day brings.”
    It brought, as expected, the gossip hounds and gawkers, but Jenny was able to exchange theories with a few customers while she rang up genuine sales. It was cowardly, but Laine decided to take the yellow feather and escape into the back with the excuse of paperwork while Jenny handled the shop.
    She’d stolen barely twenty minutes of solitude