The department store was crowded; typical for a Saturday afternoon. It felt good to be among a crowd without the chatter of murder. She was happy to leave Detective Thomas behind. After she gave him a list of stylists and a few customers, he tried to assure her that he would solve the case in record speed, but her confidence level was low. Very low.
“Trust me.” He’d said. “This is a no-brainer.”
Dara picked up the large handbag. It was just what she’d been waiting for. Sure it was a bit pricey, but with all she’d been through that morning, she felt she was worth every penny.
“Hey Dara.” Lucy stood in front of her holding three handbags.
“Lu! I’m so glad I ran into you.” Dara rubbed the back of her neck. “The police department, well, Detective Chuck Thomas will probably give you a call today.”
Lucy rolled her eyes. “She called the police? Really? I told her I’d pay those booth fees.”
Dara moved around the display rack. “Lu,” she whispered. “Macy’s dead. Someone killed her.”