CHAPTER 12Ping’s contractors had replaced the front window of Mason Fix-It in less than two hours after Mara had gotten to work. By the time they were finished, she had dusted off and assessed the damage done to several of the gadgets on display. There was only one certain fatality, a cuckoo clock with a foot-shaped depression in its face. The antique mechanism inside had been pulverized, not to mention the little birdy. Everything else could be repaired—projects that could be done during the holiday slow period. She decided to wait a couple days before selecting new items and moving them into the window, to give the caulk or epoxy or whatever that held the window in place some time to settle.
The bell above the door jangled, and a man with a dolly walked in, shaking rain off his green un
