Because she hadn’t brought many “going out” clothes with her on this mission to Jerome, Autumn slid into a shop down the street after her meeting with Sarah, a place that specialized in sort of retro pin-up clothing. She wouldn’t get anything too costume-y, but she thought a pencil skirt and a cute little close-fitting sweater with cherries embroidered on it wasn’t over the top, and definitely better than jeans.
Then again, this was the Verde Valley. It wasn’t as though she was going to a club in Scottsdale or something. Maybe jeans were all she really needed.
But the clothes had been purchased — with cash, because she knew that flashing around a debit card with her real name on it was a very bad idea, and so she’d gotten herself a bunch of cash before she left Flagstaff — and once Autum
