such a frequent visitor to Sophieâs shop, Tracker recalled.
In their few minutes of conversation, Tracker decided that Noah Danforthâs quiet, controlled style was the perfect foil to Sophieâs more outgoing charm.
A bell rang at the front of the shop, and a man in his fifties, with gray hair, a gray suit and tie, entered.
âExcuse me. Heâs one of our regulars,â Noah said in a low tone as he stepped out from behind the cash register. âCongressman Blaisdell, what can I do for you?â
Tracker leaned back against the counter and took a thorough look at the room. It was large and, at first glance, seemed cluttered. But as he let his gaze sweep the room a second time, he saw that there was an artful order to the chaos.
Furniture, cabinets and tables were cleverly arranged to lure people in and facilitate traffic patterns. Vases, paintings and furniture were all displayed with a decoratorâs touch. Across from him, an armoire in gleaming mahogany stood with its door open, revealing fragile-looking vintage dresses and shawls, their lace yellowed with age. In front of it, a matching dining table, with chairs, was set with crystal, china and silver for eight.
Knowing there were two smaller rooms on the second floor, Tracker wandered toward the stairs.
âThis is splendid, simply splendid.â Chris Chandler rubbed his hands together in front of the ceramicbowl heâd been studying. âThe green-blue tones will fit perfectly in Millieâs foyer. How did you ever find it, Sophie?â
âItâs from that shop I found on the west coast of England. The owner showcases local artists, and he keeps an eye out for me. Iâll place a hold on this bowl for you, but before you make a decision, Iâm sure thereâll be other pieces in the shipment thatâs arriving today.â
âWhen?â Millie asked.
Sophie glanced at her watch. âAny minute.â
As if on cue, a bell rang at the back of the shop.
âSpeak of the devil,â Sophie said as she glanced over her shoulder.
âDonât let us keep you, my dear,â Millie said. âI just want to be sure that youâre coming to my party tonight. Iâm introducing Sir Winston to Washington society, and everyone will be there.â
âI wouldnât miss it, and Iâm bringing a guest.â
âReally?â
At Sophieâs wave, Tracker joined them and shook hands as Sophie made the introductions.
âIâll see you tonight then,â Millie said as Chris and her husband urged her toward the door.
âAnd Iâll be back after lunch to check the shipment. Ta,â Chris said.
The moment Sophie disappeared into the back room, Tracker headed toward the stairs and climbed them two at a time to check out the second floor. Heâd designed the security system for the store by looking at blueprints, and now he checked out the job his men had done as he wandered through two charmingly decorated bedrooms that were filled to the brim with high-ticket items. A clever thief might get through the first line of defense, but the second layer of the system heâd designed would fool even an expert.
Satisfied that the shop was secure, at least for the time being, he glanced through a narrow glass pane to the courtyard below and watched Sophie take a clipboard from a deliveryman. Then she waved to another man as he popped his head out of the back of the truck.
What Tracker was observing today was that Sophie Wainwright was not just another pretty face. She was also a savvy businesswoman whoâd managed in five years to attract many of Washingtonâs movers and shakers into her shop.
That shouldnât surprise him. The first time heâd ever met her, sheâd slipped right past him and landed a good right cross to her brotherâs jaw. Sheâd taken exception to the fact that Lucas had hired him to spy on her fiancé. And now he was spying on both