CHAPTER 33The following day when Mara parked along the curb on Woodstock Boulevard in front of the Mason Fix-It Shop, she eyed a large man in a trench coat facing away from her, hunched against the cold and drizzle, standing in front of the shop’s display window, alternately stomping his feet as if trying to ward off a chill. She and Sam got out of the Subaru, and he gave her a questioning look. She shook her head and said, “It’s only a customer waiting for me to open up. You can head over to the bakery.”
Sam slammed the passenger door and jogged over to Ping’s brightly lit storefront. As Mara approached the shop’s front door, the man turned to face her with an expression so grave that, for a second, she didn’t recognize him. It was Detective Bohannon.
She raised the hand holding the key
