Chapter 8
Mark opened the door of Betty’s Souvenirs, greeted by the tinkling of bells overhead. It was only Tuesday, but he’d chosen to come because he didn’t want to give Drew the opportunity to leave another message with Hazel telling him not to come.
He noted Drew’s car in the parking lot before he parked himself.
“Welcome to Betty’s, can I help…oh, hello,” Betty herself said when she heard him come in. She smiled. “How are you, Mark?”
“Pretty good, how are you?”
“Can’t complain. Drew’s in the back. I’ll get him for you.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
Mark glanced around the shop, picking up a sandcastle painted purple. Years ago his sister had collected them. She’d long since given it up, but they still made him smile.
He turned when he heard movement behind the counter. Drew stoo
