all and reorder fresh supplies.”
Bailey gave a sad sigh for her gran. “I’ll help,” she said as she rolled up her sleeves. “What do you want me to do?”
Maddie gave her granddaughter a gentle smile. She could always count on her when she needed help the most.
“Well, Kyle will be here soon…”
“So you better give me something to do before he gets here. No need to waste time,” she said. “Chop, chop.”
Maddie grinned at the girl. “That line belongs in a Chinese restaurant, not an elite bakery.”
They both laughed together and set about restoring the store back to its original glory.
They hadn’t made much progress when they heard the chimes over the door. Kyle arrived in a rush of activity. He seemed much more excited than he had been earlier that morning.
“Good afternoon, ladies,” he said while he busied himself by pulling up a table and a few chairs.”
“Wow. You seem excited,” Bailey noted.
“Indeed, I am. Come have a seat. Let me tell you what I discovered.”
Kyle carefully pulled his small laptop from his briefcase and set it on the table so that both of the women could see.
“I started thinking after I left you that we need to know more about Emma in order to find out why anyone would want to kill her.”
“You should’ve asked me,” said Madeline.
“I’ve known her for years, and I can assure you that there are a lot of people that hated her. She was an arrogant, pushy little thing, and it was hard to stomach her sometimes.”
Kyle gave Madeline an appraising look. The words that came from her did not match the Madeline that Bailey always talked about.
“Humph,” was all he said at that time, but he made note in his mind to check into the relationship Madeline and Emma had had. Apparently there was no love lost between them. Instead, he directed his attention back to his laptop.
“Well, I did some checking and I found out something.” He started clicking away at his keyboard.
“Do you know anyone named Evan Foster?”
Madeline’s face revealed instant recognition.
“Yes, I know Evan. He, Emma, and I all went to the same school together.”
“Really,” Kyle said as he continued to click through his keyboard.
“Why?” Madeline asked.
“Do you think that Evan had something to do with Emma’s death?” she asked, surprised.
“Well, read this and tell me what you think.”
He pushed his laptop closer to the two women even though neither of them really needed it.
Both women leaned in to see a press release about Evan Foster opening up his own bakery on the other side of town. Madeline’s eyes visibly dilated as she read the article, and an obvious spark of recollection appeared across her face for a brief second.
“Oh my,” she said.
“What?” Kyle asked. “Did you remember something?”
“Oh, nothing,” Madeline covered.
“It’s just been a long time since I’ve heard anything about Evan. Just brings back some old memories, is all.”
Kyle eyed her cautiously but he didn’t pursue it for now. He had a strong hunch that Madeline was holding back, but he wanted to be sure before he pursued it any further.
“Did you know that Evan had his own bakery across town?” Kyle asked.
“No.
The last I heard he was running a successful catering business after we all finished school.
How did this come up in connection to Emma?”
“Interestingly enough, look who it says was his partner.” Kyle pointed at the line in the article.
“His partner was Emma?” Bailey asked in disbelief.
“When did this open?” Madeline asked.
She had the urge to grab the paper and rifle through it, but these modern computers took that privilege away from her.
“Two years ago,” Kyle answered.
“Two years ago!” Bailey resounded. “She was still working for you?”
Madeline sat