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there. Sadie had handpicked Todd for me, and we’d already had one argument about whether I was interested in Ted. What can I say? I liked both men, but I wasn’t ready for a serious relationship with either one.
    “Have you and he been out?”
    “Nope.” I didn’t tell Sadie that I thought it was only a matter of time and that if Ted asked me out I’d go. Only by getting to know both him and Todd would I be able to make an informed choice.
    Sadie’s cell phone rang, and she answered it. She smiled. “I miss you, too. Be there in a few.”
    “Blake, of course,” I said when she ended the call.
    She giggled. “Of course.”
    “I really am glad you two are back on track. I was worried about who’d get custody of me and Angus.”
    “Me,” Sadie said firmly. “But you don’t have to worry about that. I’ll call you later to see how that search-and-destroy mission went.”
    I groaned. “Please don’t call it that.”

    When Manu and the county investigators returned later that evening, I decided Sadie might have made the right call after all. The officer who was apparently the lead investigator placed a clear evidence bag containing a bottle of pills on my counter. The bottle was a tall, skinny brown pharmacy bottle with a childproof cap.
    “Can you please explain this, Ms. Singer?”
    I looked past the investigator to Manu. He looked as confused as I felt.
    “Where did you find this?” I asked. “I’ve never seen it before. Is it possible a customer dropped it?” I bent closer to the evidence bag and read the name of the person for whom the drug had been prescribed. “Selena Roxanis . . . That name doesn’t sound familiar, but there were a lot of people in last week. I suppose—”
    “The drugs weren’t found in your shop, Ms. Singer. They were found at your house.”
    I looked from Manu to the lead investigator and back again. “That’s not possible.”
    “It’s true,” Manu said. “The bottle was in a nightstand in your guest room.”
    I stared at him blankly, my mind struggling to grasp what was happening.
    “Is that the room your mother occupied last week?” Manu asked.
    “Yes,” I said, “but I don’t know why she’d have this woman’s medication.”
    The lead investigator stepped between Manu and me. “Ms. Singer, we need you to come down to our offices and answer some questions.”
    “I’ll drive her,” Manu said, “if that’s all right.”
    “That’s fine with me, Manu—er, Chief Singh,” I said.
    The lead investigator nodded brusquely. “We’ll meet you there.”
    He and his partner left the store.
    I was trembling so badly I had to give my keys to Manu and have him lock up the shop. It was a good thing I didn’t have to drive myself. It was a better thing I wasn’t going to the police station in the back of a county squad car.
    Manu opened the passengerʹs side of his cruiser, and I got in and fastened my seat belt.
    “Manu, I’m—” I began, but he was already closing the door and moving around to the driverʹs side of the car.
    When Manu got into the car, I finished my sentence. “I’m innocent. I had nothing to do with Louisa Ralston’s death, and I don’t know how that stuff got into my nightstand. I didn’t even know Mrs. Ralston. And even if I had, I wouldn’t have hurt her.”
    “I believe you,” he said. “What about your mother? Does she know a Selena Roxanis?”
    “I don’t know. I don’t know.” I took a deep breath and tried to think. “I’m sorry about the laundry. I usually don’t let it get so far behind. Oh, what about Angus? I need to call Sadie and have her take care of him.”
    “Angus will be fine. You need to call your mother.”
    “That’s right. I do.” I fumbled in my purse until I found my cell phone. I dialed my mom, but the call went straight to voice mail. I hung up and redialed three more times. No luck. Finally I gave up and left a message:
    “Mom, it’s me. I’m on my way to jail right now because of some