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Rylie’s face changed.
“What?”
“Did you receive anything similar?”
“No.”
“Think carefully. Any package, envelope, gift, or delivery you weren’t expecting?”
“No.”
Trigger looked down at her.
“Rylie.”
“I didn’t.”
“What about the tavern?” I asked. “Do customers ever leave things for you?”
“Sometimes. Books. Food. Invitations.”
“Flowers?” Carson asked.
“Yes.”
“Packages?”
Her forehead tightened.
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“You need to know.”
“I’ve been working, Judy. I don’t keep a list of everything people bring into the tavern.”
Trigger turned toward the front office.
“There was a package.”
Everyone looked at him.
“When?” I asked.
“Two days ago. It was on the bar when I came downstairs.”
“Addressed to whom?”
“Rylie.”
“Where is it?”
“I put it in the office.”
Rylie stared at him.
“You didn’t tell me?”
“You were helping Nora at the library. I forgot.”
