Chapter Nine

"Is it only me or have those guys been hanging around the bakery since your shift started," Darcy states, pointing at the glass door where two men were seated outside, under a yellow umbrella chatting. "They don't look suspicious, so what's your deal?" Abby replies, shrugging it off.

It had been three months since Richard had killed Tracy and Abby had left Christie and her son for good. The murder incident had been all over the news for about a week. The cops and detectives were still on about it but expected, the case had grown cold. Every case that had to do with Richard always went cold. Sometimes Abby had even begun to wonder if he had allies working as cops.

Wiping at the already clean counter one last time, she wrings the rag off, pushes it into a small bucket of water, wrings it again and drapes it on a stretched out

piece of rope behind her.