Mochas and Murder by Tegan Maher

has been in for lunch a few times, but she was never alone. Twice, she was with an older lady—a different one each time. The third time, she was with a girl about her own age who was wearing a yellow outfit that reminded me of something from Fried Green Tomatoes.” Excitement coursed through my veins, but I tried to push it down. It might turn out to be nothing. Shoot, even though Kristen had seen somebody that might have been Heather, it still wasn’t much to go on with so many strangers in town. “Would you recognize the other women if you saw them?” She grimaced. “I’m not sure. Maybe? There’ve been a zillion people through here this week. I only remember your girl because of the beauty mark. You don’t see a lot of women who decide to rock ‘em rather than have ‘em removed anymore, and it gave her sort of a glamorous air.” I sighed, wishing for the first time that Bobbie Sue would step up her technology and get some security cameras inside. She wouldn’t, though, because she said she didn’t want people to feel like bugs under a microscope. Usually going through her credit card receipts would have been an option, but since it was so busy, that would take forever. “Okay. If you happen to see any of them again, will you give me a call?” She nodded as an annoyed man snapped his fingers from the table closest to the door. “Can we get some refills over here when you’re done standing around gossiping?” Kristen raised her brows in annoyance but then just closed her eyes and pulled in a