Chapter 17“DID SHE BEAT US HERE?” Chandelle asked as she slammed the door.
Mistletoe whimpered.
“Oh, Luella,” Chandelle whined. “We can’t leave Little Miss in the car.”
“Extenuating circumstances,” Luella called across the parking lot. “Get a move on. The white SUV’s right up there.”
“She parked in a wheelchair space?” Chandelle gasped. “How dare she?”
“Hurry up! Hurry, hurry! I don’t see any police cars.”
When they raced past the electronics department, Timi looked up at them. “Where’s the fire?”
“Your manager’s a murderer!” Chandelle cried.
Timi scrunched her brow. “Who, Brad?”
“Assistant manager,” Luella clarified, grabbing Chandelle’s hand to drag her along. “Jeffrey Faraday.”
Gasping, Timi covered her mouth with both hands.
Luella led Chandelle toward the servi
