CHAPTER Twelve
I went home and fed Ferdie and Watson. I needed cat food for Ferdie and heaven forbid his pantry ever ran low. It was a glorious summer day, so I hopped on my vintage turquoise Schwinn with the cute basket on the front and biked downtown. Most stores in Miller’s Cove stayed closed on Sunday, but Abe’s Supermarket opened at noon. Baskets sat inside the front door, so I grabbed one and headed for the pet food aisle. As I made my way past the fresh fruits and vegetables, I spotted a woman who resembled the pictures I saw last night of Tessa Brewer yakking on her cell phone. Ambling by the bananas, I perused the produce to get a closer look.
“ I tell you, Amber, I’m stuck in the backwoods of hell,” the woman complained to someone on the other end of the line. “Ask for sushi a
