A Curly Crisis“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Kit winced as the dark-haired cop’s appearance in the doorway triggered the buzzer. Her phone vibrated in her back pocket, sending a wave of tingling sensations over her left buttock. “Something happened to Raj. He’s gone to the doctor’s, so he can’t cover the afternoon shift. Mr Rashid never answers his phone in the Cash and Carry while he’s searching for bargains.”
The man shrugged. “Shut the shop.” He glanced around him with a look of dismissal creeping into his expression. Lifting his wrist, he checked his watch and his lips curved downward into a pout. His other hand snaked through his hair. “We need to talk.”
“I know.” Kit looked at the security monitor and her gaze flicked over the view from the cameras. Their unique perspectives of the shop s
