Chapter Twenty-EightA
fter I attended the nine a.m. Mass on Monday, I dropped by the shop where Jessica worked. Schmidt’s Imported Clocks and Crafts sat at the quiet northwestern end of Hudson Road in the one-story building that once accommodated the Garland library.
There were two cars parked in the shop’s gravel lot; neither was Jessica’s Ford Fiesta. Though she’d told me she didn’t work Mondays, I had a worry she'd be on duty that morning. Glad she wasn’t, I breezed into the shop. Though it was a few minutes before the start of business—the shop opened at 10 a.m. Monday through Saturday—the door was unlocked. A shop employee stood by a set of display shelves near the register. She turned from the carved, incense-burning wooden Räuchermänner figures arranged in neat lines on the shelve
