thatâs his name. I canât really keep track.â She brushed her bangs off her face and rolled her eyes. âIâm so bad with names. In fact, Iâm bad with faces, too.â
âBut he just brought us hot chocolate. And heâs the only other employee here. The only one youâre not related to, that is.â I couldnât believe I had to point this out.
Felicity turned bright red. âThatâs true. I guess I do know who youâre talking about, but I hardly know him. I swear.â
Felicity was a bad liar. Not only did she completely fumble her answer, but I had hard evidence proving the opposite of what she was saying. Yesterday at the opening she and Joshua were totally chummy. They spent the whole afternoon joking around and talking; even after the glass shattered theyâd been laughing about something.
So why was she pretending she didnât know who he was now? It made no sense, unless she was hiding her relationship with him for some other reason. My mind raced as I tried to make the connections.
Maybe Joshua was responsible for the picture-window destruction but Felicity didnât realize it until today, which was why she was trying to distance herself from him now.
Or maybe Felicity was responsible and she wastrying to frame Joshua somehow. Unless they were working together ⦠But if it was just the two of them, how did they manage to break the window from the outside? And what could be their motive?
âDid you hear about the salty pie?â I asked Felicity. âIâm wondering if maybe thereâs a connection. Like, maybe the person who destroyed the window was working from inside the shop.â
I noticed that Felicity was suddenly alert and staring straight at me. She had this funny expression on her faceâa type of frozen fear, like a deer caught in the headlights.
Maybe I was finally getting somewhere. I waited, watching.
âThereâs no connection, I swear,â she said.
âHow can you be so sure?â I asked.
âBecause I did it,â Felicity blurted out, covering her face in her hands. âI mixed up the salt and sugar. Iâm so sorry. It was ridiculous. It wasnât just the pie you had that was ruinedâI destroyed all ten of them. I feel so bad for my aunt Ricki, and I shouldâve told her the truth yesterday but I was too embarrassed.â
âI see,â I said, writing this down.
âAre you going to tell Aunt Ricki?â Felicity asked.
âUm, I donât know,â I said. âDo you think I shouldnât?â
âIâm just too embarrassed about it,â said Felicity.She leaned in closer and whispered. âDo me a favor? Donât say anything, and Iâll tell her in my own time.â
âI donât want to be a tattletale,â I said. âSo I guess if it doesnât come up, I wonât mention it. But if she asks me â¦â
âSure, sure, sure,â said Felicity. âThat totally makes sense. If she asks you, fine. But why would she? Iâll tell her eventually, I promise. Thanks, Maggie. Youâre the best.â She jumped up and gave me a hug that smelled of vanilla perfume. âOkay, Iâve really gotta run. Weâre supposed to open soon, and my aunt will be here any minute. Sheâs not going to be happy if things arenât set up exactly the way she wants them.â
Felicity was gone before I could ask her another question. I flipped through my notes, searching for any useful information, but couldnât find any. Based on what I knew, it was not surprising that Felicity had mixed up the salt and sugar.
But was she really just klutzy and awkward? Or was she hiding something?
Chapter 9
Just then, a customer walked in through the door. Three customers, actually. Well, two adults pushing a red stroller with a dark-haired baby inside. âAre you open yet?â asked the mom.
âNot yet,â said