Jane and I stared at the body lying on the sales floor. We had to resolve this before the used bookstore opened, which was in ten minutes.
“I don’t think this is going to work,” I said, pushing Princess aside. The tuxedo cat kept wanting to lay over the body’s stomach. “Can’t we just toss it in the dumpster and be done?”
“Garnet,” my boss Jane said, giving me a side look, “we just need to be creative.” She studied it.
I pointed at the body. “It’s twisted at the waist.”
Jane walked around to see it from my angle. “Ah. I see the problem now. We have to detach it there.” She pointed.
“Again?”
She crossed an arm over her chest and nibbled her nails. Jane’s lips swayed as if she was starting to second guess.
A couple walked by the bay window. One stopped and peered inside. The woman’s ey
