Sheâd end up staying for an hour. She also gother hair done once a week, washed and set. Mrs. Parker did quite the business.â
âWell, the karma didnât get passed on to her nephew.â
âBusiness bad? Surprising. Ben seems pretty charming.â
âEvery time I go in, itâs pretty quiet, but youâd have to ask Ben.â
âYou go there?â
âI need to get my hair cut. Ben does a fine job. Figured I should support the new guy, being new myself. This town isnât easy on new guys.â
âThis town isnât really easy on anyone.â
âSounds like you speak from experience.â
Weâd arrived back at the Cog & Sprocket. I searched my pocket for the keys and fumbled to find the right one.
âMy grandfather and I had a falling-out. Iâm sure youâve heard.â I looked over at the chief, and he nodded. âAnd I just knew that Orchard would take his side, so I stayed away. I realize now, that was a mistake. Why donât you come in and we can have a cup of coffee and chat?â
I walked in and found a note from Pat on the counter:
Gone to wind the clock tower over in Marytown. Will be back.
âWind the clock tower?â the chief said.
I turned just as he stepped back from looking over my shoulder. He didnât even look abashed. I was surprised to realize we were the same height. Heâd seemed much bigger. His short brown hair was very closely cropped, and flecked with gray. Liquid brown eyes held my gaze, but I noticed a lack of laugh lines around them. That said, when I smiled, he returned it.
âPart of the business has always been maintaining theclock towers in the area. Pat must be keeping up with the jobs, bless him. Tell you what, why donât we go upstairs to chat?â
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T he chief preferred milk in his coffee, but there was none to be found. In fact, there wasnât much in the refrigerator, just beer and condiments. He shrugged when I told him, and took out his phone.
âLow battery,â I heard him mutter.
âWhat kind of phone is it? Maybe my charger would work?â I walked over and picked up my bag from where it still rested on the other side of the bed. I brought it over to the kitchen table and riffled through it till I found my phone charger. I handed it to the chief and pointed him toward the extension cord on the floor.
âWhat else do you carry in there? It looks like a bag Mary Poppins would carry if she was a hipster.â
âHey, watch it.â I looked down at my messenger bag. I found it online on a steampunk site. Steampunk enthusiasts love clock parts almost as much as horologists do. I loved the different shades of gray gears that created the pattern on the red bag. âMy life is in this bag.â
âObviously.â The chief pulled out some reading glasses and looked down at his phone. âMs. Clagan, I thought Iâd let you know where the investigation into Thomâs death stands. How much do you know?â
âNot much. Just that he died of a heart attack, but had been attacked first?â
âYes, Thom did suffer a head wound. We didnât know what caused it, but two days ago Ben Clover and his dog . . .â
âBlue.â
âBlue.â The chief smiled. âThey were taking a walk by the river and Blue started barking frenetically. Ben went over to see what was wrong, and Blue had found a pendulum.â
âA pendulum?â I asked.
âYes. Good dogâhe wouldnât let Ben touch it, but we couldnât find any prints. Iâll spare you the details, but the pendulum was used in the attack against your grandfather.â
âWas it from the shop?â
âIâm hoping you can tell me that.â
âMaybe,â I said, remembering the gutted grandfather clocks. âDo you have a picture of it? Or any details?â
âI can get you the