9
Cat With a Past
The threatening weather seemed to keep most of the casual shoppers away, or even the not-so-casual ones; the person who’d been peeking in the store window early that afternoon never returned, and I didn’t have a single shopper. I tried to keep myself busy by tidying up and putting in a couple of online orders for new merchandise, but even with those minor activities to distract me a bit, I didn’t think I’d ever had a day that dragged as badly as this one. No texts from Calvin, either, which told me he must still be off chasing meth dealers.
At least one of us was doing something useful with their time.
As boring as my afternoon had been, I still took my time closing up. The extra weight of the mini-recorder in my purse was a reminder that I had an unpleasant task ahea
