BooksBarbecue
Back A Penny for Your Thoughts Save as PDF
Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. A PENNY
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Thirty-Five
  40. Thirty-Six
  41. Thirty-Seven
  42. Thirty-Eight
  43. Thirty-Nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-One
  46. Forty-Two
  47. Forty-Three
  48. Forty-Four
  49. Forty-Five
  50. Forty-Six
  51. Forty-Seven
  52. Forty-Eight
  53. Forty-Nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-One
  56. Fifty-Two
  57. Fifty-Three
  58. Fifty-Four
  59. A Sample Chapter of Don’t Take Any Wooden Nickels
  60. About the Author
  61. Other Books by Mindy Starns Clark
  62. About the Publisher

“Then thank you for coming in,” Sollie said politely. “Do give us a call the next time you have any information.”

I thanked them both and then stood to leave.

“Don’t give the girl a hard time,” Keegan said, throwing the ball of trash back at Sollie. “She’s just doing her job.”

I glanced back at Sollie, who finally allowed himself a small smile.

“Just so long as her job doesn’t interfere with my job,” he said.

I met his gaze for a long moment.

“I’m very good at what I do,” I told him earnestly. “I’ll make it a point not to interfere with your job.”

Twenty

Twenty

img

I walked back to the car, deep in thought. I was glad for the police list of alibis; it saved me a lot of time and trouble. Though I would verify each of the alibis myself, at least this list provided a good starting point.

I passed several department stores as I walked, the windows decorated colorfully for autumn, most of the clothes the colors of the changing leaves. I thought about the small stack of clothes back at the house—the things Judith had loaned me as well as the few things I had picked up for myself—and I wondered if there was anything suitable for a funeral in any of that. Passing a lovely dark gray suit in a store window, I hesitated, wondering how much it cost and if they would have it in my size. I turned back to take a better look.

From the corner of my eye, I could see that someone else also stopped about 30 feet behind me and was looking into a window there. My heart skipped a beat. Was someone following me?

Heart pounding, I started walking again, then stopped abruptly at the next window. I glanced back to see the person behind me also stop. A man—I couldn’t discern more than that without being conspicuous.

I wasn’t sure what to do.

If the person meant me harm, then I needed to lose him. But if this was just someone keeping tabs on me, then I would do better to let him trail along for now and only lose him when I got to something important. Either way, I needed to get a good look at him to figure out who I was dealing with.

I headed off again, this time at a more leisurely pace. At the next corner, I saw my opportunity: I turned right, then quickly darted into the first door on my right. It opened into a long, narrow, musty-smelling jewelry store with faded velvet material draped in the window displays.

Fortunately, the only salesperson in attendance was with a customer at the far end of the counter. I stayed near the door, facing a glass case filled with wristwatches, watching the window.