Chapter Six
Deborah’s words hung in the air like a little cartoon balloon attached to her mouth. I stared at her, completely dumbfounded. “What do you mean, gone?”
This couldn’t be a coincidence. I saw her murder her aunt when I touched the tea set, stupidly left it in her care while I went to get enough money to pay for it, and now it was gone? No way did I buy that. She must have hidden it, although I couldn’t think how she’d know to do that.
Only Olive’s hand on my shoulder restrained me from throwing myself behind the row of tables to shake it out of Deborah. Her voice sounded much more pleasant than I felt. “Can you look again, please?”
“Sure.” Deborah ran one hand through her hair and bent down, still rummaging. After a moment, just when I was about to scream with frustration, sh
