Chapter 10
Lia looked at the selection of coffee pods. “Columbian, Ethiopian, and House, oh my!” she said to the empty kitchenette. It was only seven o’clock in the morning. She had gotten an early start from Nicole’s, hoping to get ahead on some of her clients’ paperwork. She suspected she’d want to step away from the office late afternoon to do a little more sleuthing with her friend. “Columbian it is. At least for my first cup. There will be many more!” she said, not the least bit concerned that she was talking to herself.
Bang, bang, bang!
Lia jumped. She really thought she had been alone. She finished stirring in her French vanilla creamer and cautiously approached the front door, which was locked. Lia’s accounting practice was housed in a little storefront on the main street in to
