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bumped into me filled the screen. “Police chief Tom Whaley has released a statement saying this man is a person of interest in this case. If you can identify him, please contact the Salem Police Department.” A phone number in bright green appeared above the drawing.
    â€œI hope my description is good enough for someone to recognize him,” I told the cat, who’d found a pleasant square of sunshine on the hardwood floor and was busily grooming his whiskers. The rest of the news broadcast consisted of a rundown of recent happenings at city hall, the local weather, a feature on kids’ summer camps, and some footage of a sidewalk sale on Essex Street. No more than twenty minutes had passed before my cell phone buzzed. Caller ID showed Pete Mondello’s name.
    I hope he doesn’t have to work tonight and cancel our dinner.
    â€œHi, Pete,” I said. “What’s up?”
    â€œJust wanted to tell you that your description of that blond guy was so good, we had an ID on him right after the drawing aired on TV.”
    â€œNo kidding? Who is he?”
    â€œName’s Gary Campbell. Seems he was Shea Tolliver’s ex-business partner. We’ve already picked him up. He admits to being in the store. His fingerprints were on the doorknob and on the counter. Shea had a restraining order on him, so we’re holding him right now on a violation. Can’t charge him with anything else yet.”
    â€œA restraining order? Did he abuse her?”
    â€œVerbal threats. Serious enough for a judge to grant one.”
    â€œPoor Shea.”
    â€œI know.” His tone was sympathetic. “Gotta go, babe. Just wanted to tell you how that ID worked out. See you tonight.”
    â€œSee you,” I said, but he was gone.
    I checked my watch. Now would be a good time to pop the frozen apple pie into the oven, and it was late enough in the day to call River North. She’d taken over the time slot of my canceled show, Nightshades. ... Now it was Tarot Time with River North. Being on camera until two in the morning meant sleeping in the daytime, so I never phoned her until the afternoon.
    Pie centered in the spotless new oven, timer set, I dialed River’s number. She sounded just a tad sleepy when she answered. “Oh, hi, Lee. I’ve been thinking about you. You okay?”
    That’s usually an easy question for me to answer, but today . . . not so much. “Ummm. I guess so,” I said. “It’s been an unusual day.”
    That woke her up. “What’s happening? Wait a minute. Let me get my cards. I’ll read you while you tell me all about it.” There was a short pause. “Okay. Shoot.”
    â€œThat was fast. Do you sleep with the tarot cards under your pillow?”
    â€œSure do. Now, tell me what’s going on.”
    â€œAll right, but first, have you watched the news today?”
    â€œOf course not. You know I never do. Too depressing.”
    â€œWell, then, it’s going to be a long story.” I began with how we’d seen the bureau on TV and how I’d hurried to Shea’s shop before someone else could grab it. I told her about having one just like it when I was a kid.
    â€œI know you got the bureau. I can see it here,” River interrupted. “The Six of Cups. It’s right here beside the Queen of Wands. That’s you. But listen, Lee. You’d better let me come over and check on where the bureau is. Proper feng shui, you know.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œFeng shui.” She pronounced the words carefully. “F-u-n-g S-h-w-a-y balance and harmony. Furniture placement is important.”
    â€œI’ve heard of it,” I said. “And you know you can come over anytime. But what about the Six of Cups? What does it mean?”
    â€œEnjoyment and pleasant memories coming from the past.”
    â€œYou’re exactly right,” I said. That bureau did remind me of happy childhood