The phone was ringing off the wall. By lunchtime, Rose was tired of hearing the incessant jangling that was giving her a headache. Nearly every call had to do with the nightclub being closed. Fortunately no one mentioned the fairies’ deaths. If the public knew about them, they would certainly mention them. So far, the inquiries were about the Temporarily Closed sign that had been posted on the front doors.
She stared at the ledger laying in front of her. No matter how she worked the numbers, they didn’t add up. She was going to be short this week. Way short. Not only could she not pay her employees their full weekly wages, she couldn’t pay the liquor tab. And if there was no alcohol to serve her patrons…
She got up from her chair and went into the small adjacent lavatory to take a couple
