He rubbed his head in frustration as he stepped into the elevator. “We’ll look around, but nothing else.”
“Nothing else. Just a look,” I agreed.
We were only a few blocks from the City Market shopping center.
“We need a plan,” I said as we made it to the sidewalk outside the building and turned toward the market.
Dane walked quickly. “No making ourselves known.”
“Totally.”
A car slammed on its brakes at a stoplight, almost rear-ending the car ahead of it. “No talking to anyone. Even if they’re holding a sign with a confession.”
That seemed highly unlikely.
“Is this a plan or a list of things you think I’m going to do?” I asked.
He glanced at me as we crossed another street. “Both.”
“I won’t do anything reckless, Dane. Relax.”
His hand grabbed mine, and he looped our fingers together. “Why don’t I believe you?”
“I don’t know.” We stopped at the entrance to City Market. “You’re a very untrusting guy.”
Dane squeezed my hand. “Only with you, princess.”
“You should probably get it looked it. Talk with someone.” A stream of tourists walked around us as I tried to stand higher to see inside the actual market building.
He blew out a breath of frustration. “We’re not going in. It’s not safe.”
I walked along the outer edge of the shops. Large bay doors were open, allowing shoppers to view items. But we couldn’t see everything.
“Dane, most of the booths are inside. We’re never going to get a glimpse of the tour company spot like this.”
“It’s not safe, princess.” He moved us along the line of tourists.
A woman with a bag wider than both of us bumped into me with the straw contraption. “No one will see us.”
“The killer will,” he whispered.
“No, they won’t.” I shook my head while glaring at the woman with the killer bag. “They’ll think we’re just here shopping.”
Who would suspect us of being there to catch a killer?
I barely believed it myself.
“If they’re brazen enough to drug and kill someone, they think they’re too smart to get caught,” I continued when he didn’t immediately admit I was right.
We were going to have to work on that if he wanted us to have a future as a couple and coworkers.
“Fine, but stay next to me the entire time,” he said.
I started toward the main entrance. The City Market was basically a long, rectangular building now used as a strip of stores for local craftsmen. I wanted to catch the killer, but I also wanted to get a look at the woman painting various Charleston scenes. I thought she had one of the Pineapple Fountains.
We entered through the front, and I immediately scanned the area, looking for the Southern Hospitality Tours booth and the paintings.
“Dane, look,” I said and pointed by jerking my head forward. “That’s…”
