"I'll call," Anessa said, grabbing the phone we used as the bakery's land line. "So that way you've had no part of it."
She was the absolute best.
I pretended to dust off the cash register and accidentally hit the button for a cupcake. "Thanks. It gives me better plausible deniability."
"Hello, Mr. Garrett, this is Anessa calling from the bakery to inform you that you're this week's lucky customer of the week winner."
A handful of cookies easily bought any gossip from Mr. Garrett, the mayor's assistant. Double chocolate got us the good stuff every time.
"Yes, again. You're just lucky, I guess. A baker's dozen of double chocolate," Anessa continued on with the call. "You'll need to pick up today, of course. As usual. That sounds great. I'll have them all ready to go."
She wouldn't.
