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murderer might come here for a second look at the curtains.
Get the big tea pot ready, Grace, you might need to whack someone on the head
with it.”
     

Chapter 11
     
    “I
don’t want to whack anyone!” Grace exclaimed. “I don’t want a murderer coming
here.”
    “You
don’t want to let them get away with it, do you?” Pearl asked.
    “Well
no, but I don’t want them coming here. Whoever bought the locker seemed to have
a good look whilst they were there, I don’t think they’ll come here.”
    Pearl
pursed her lips and gave Grace a look. “There’s a chance that they will. Get
that teapot ready.”
    Mae
spoke. “It might be someone at the fair, one of the other readers. Is there a
fair this weekend? If there is they’ll be too busy with readings to come here.”
    Grace
relaxed a little.
    Pearl
considered this. “In that case you need to go to the fair. Question people, see
who looks shifty. Mind you, from what I just saw in that vision they all look
three sandwiches short of a picnic.”
    Mae
looked at Pearl. “You have issues, I can help you with them.”
    “Pah!
I haven’t got any issues! We never had issues in my day, we got on with things.
Grace, your next step is to go to the fair. You could wave those cards around,
see if you can lure the murderer out.”
    Grace
didn’t fancy doing that at all. The image of Mae being pushed down the stairs
flashed into her mind. She would go to the fair and take it from there.
    “You
can go now,” Pearl said.
    Grace
stood up straighter. “Yes. I’ll do that.”
    Her
phone beeped. Grace took it out and read the text.
    “Frankie
needs me to come and get him, he’s bought two more lockers.”
    Pearl
waved her hand. “Tell him to get the bus.”
    Grace
put the phone away. It was all very well helping the dead but she still had to
help the living. She remembered Frankie’s tired face. “I’ll go to the fair
tomorrow.”
    She
ignored Pearl’s calls of protest as she left the shop.
    Grace
collected Frankie and the mountain of items that he’d bought. She had to make
two journeys to get it all back to the shop.
    Frankie
didn’t help by shouting out, “Watch out for the bus stop! You’re too close to
the kerb! Let me drive.”
    Grace
refused. She had to get over her fear of driving. She had to get over her fear
of letting other people tell her what to do.
    She
spent the rest of the day sorting out the new stock, she wasn’t going to let
Frankie do it all.
    By
10 p.m. everything was to her liking. Frankie offered to drive her home.
    “No,
I’ll get the bus, there’s one in five minutes. You get some sleep. I’ll see you
on Monday.”
    Frankie
yawned. “Any plans for tomorrow?”
    Grace
smiled. “I’m going to the fair.”
    “What?”
    “Nothing.
See you later.”
    Grace
walked the few streets to the bus stop. The tarot cards were in her handbag.
Mae appeared at her side and said, “Grace, I think we’re being followed.”
    Grace
gave a slight nod and whispered, “So do I.”
    She
only had to wait a minute before the bus arrived. She quickly got on. No one
got on behind her. As the bus pulled away Grace looked out of the window. All
she could see in the dark was her own worried face looking back at her.
    She
wasn’t sure about this murder business. Perhaps it would be easier being a
teacher.
    Mae
sat at her side and said, “I know you can’t talk to me in front of the other
passengers but I wanted to say thank you for helping me, I know you don’t have
to. People must have thought I tripped over my skirt and tripped down the
stairs, but now we know different. I don’t know what the murderer was looking
for, but, Grace, you don’t have to help anymore if you don’t want to. I
understand.”
    Grace
took her phone out and typed in a text message. She angled it so Mae could read
it:
    ‘I’ll
help you, I’ll find out who killed you.’
     

Chapter 12
     
    The
psychic fair opened at 10 a.m. on Sunday. Grace joined a surprisingly long
queue to