Chapter Sixteen
“Dr. Grace? Eddie’s talking to ya.” Jamie leaned over the counter and peered at Grace’s handiwork. “And your cookie’s frowning.”
“What?” Grace looked down at the gingerbread man she had been decorating. The mouth sagged sideways. “I’m sorry, Eddie, what did you say?”
“I seen the sheriff down at the tavern last night, and he said they’ve given up looking for Annie around here.”
“Good. Maybe that will finally stop those reporters who keep getting lost over in the Pisgah.”
“Well, it helps that you put in that gate and locked up that lab place. And since they found what was—” the skinny handyman hesitated, tugging on his braces as he looked at Jamie, “—uh, Boyd, that pretty much wraps up their part of things.”
“Hmm,” Grace went back to decorating, but couldn’t seem to ke
