The next morning, I had this awful feeling that the umbrella was going to be gone and I had lost valuable evidence for the investigation, so I gobbled down a bowl of cereal and sprinted with Mayhem to the shop before the sun was even up all the way.
When I spun around the corner of the biography shelf, I was relieved to see the umbrella still there, just as it had been. I led Mayhem around the store just to be sure we were all clear and checked the lock at the back. Everything was as it should be, well, except for the fact that someone had been murdered in my shop and there’d been a break-in. Otherwise, everything was fine.
I grabbed a plastic bag from under the counter and went to scoop up the umbrella. I didn’t know that there was any value in not leaving my fingerprints – after all, M
