Free Murder By The Pint (Microbrewery Mysteries Book 1) by Belle Knudson Page B

card."
                  I put the roll down in disgust and thought. Then it hit me. I looked around. "Does Junior keep security cameras around here?"
                  "Junior?" Tanya said incredulously. "I think the entire technology budget went into that cash register."
                  I sat back, dejected.
                  "I think I can help."
                  We both turned and saw one of the meatheads who'd been behind the counter earlier.
                  "Joe, what are you still doing here?"
                  "Helping Junior clean up," said Joe. He was a stocky young man of about nineteen with a clean complexion and a plump, baby face. "I couldn’t help but overhear you. I think I can help." He pulled up a chair and sat down across from us. He had his cellphone in hand, which he woke up and tapped at and swiped a few times and then turned around to face us.
                  On the screen was a picture of the woman, obviously snapped without her consent.
                  Tanya slapped the youth upside the head. "You took her picture? That's a violation of her privacy!"
                  I grabbed the phone. "Joe, I don’t know whether to hug you or slap you too."
                  The boy shrugged. "I just wanted her picture. I was going to show it to my friend."
                  "You're disgusting," said Tanya.
                  "Ease up on him," I said. "He knows he's disgusting, right Joe?"
                  The boy nodded.
                  "But now I'll need you to send that picture to me."
                  I gave him my number and he sent me the pic, which came through a minute later. Tanya then grabbed Joe's phone, to his weak complaining, and tapped and swiped at it.
                  "There," she said, handing the device back to him, "deleted. Let that be a lesson to you."
                  "What's going on here?" Junior had waddled over at this point.
                  Tanya put her hand on Joe's shoulder. "Your employee here is a pervert who takes pictures of your customers without them knowing it."
                  "I just did that one," protested Joe. "Check my photo album."
                  Junior smacked the boy upside the head. "You did that, you little momser ?"
                  "Ow! Yes, and I'm sorry! It was just that one!"
                  "Don't take pictures of anyone, understand?"
                  "Yes, sir."
                  "Unbelievable. Everyone's a cameraman."
                  "This will help," I said. "Thank you, Joe."
                  He smiled timidly at me, then got up and skulked off with shoulders slumped.
                  "You folks plan on sleeping here?" said Junior. "Because I'll give you the keys if you want. I'm going home."
                  I looked at Tanya. "I guess we are too. I have a helluva task ahead of me."
                  "Which is?" she said.
                  I held up the pic on my phone. "Interview the entire town in order to put a name to this face."

Chapter 14
                 
                  Funny how things sometimes just fall into your lap.
                  Today, Thursday, was a half day for me. I'd be going in at one, meaning I'd have a few hours to spend on my little ID project. Up and down Main Street I walked, flashing my cellphone pic to random strangers. The town wasn't exactly crowded – morning walkers and joggers made up the majority of the folks I enquired. I probably don’t even need to mention that I got some funny looks right from the start.
                  Picture, if you will, you're doctor told you that your cholesterol is too high, your vitamin D too low, and you