A Spirited Gift by Joyce Lavene Page B

treasures that I’d collected over the past few years and sighed. Everything was safe. I wished I could just sit on my burgundy brocade sofa and drink a cup of tea. It would be wonderful to feel as though everything was back to normal.
    But Kevin was at the door, remarking that Wild Stallions, the bar and grill at the other end of the boardwalk, wasn’t so lucky. Their sign had ended up in their front door. “I’m going to walk down there and give them a hand,” he said. “You can stay here and take a break for a while. You’ve been going all night.”
    I knew he meant well, but he’d been going all night too—like most of the people around us. I didn’t want to take a break yet. I did, but I wasn’t going to. Cody and Reece Baucum, the brothers who owned Wild Stallions, were my friends too. They needed help to get the large sign out of the doorway so they could secure the space in case it started raining again. Once it got dark, nothing would get done until tomorrow.
    It took about an hour for us to get the sign out on the boardwalk and close up the doorway. Kevin hadn’t needed his tools at Missing Pieces, but they came in handy here.
    We also helped August Grandin at the Duck General Store as he tried to get a large flowerpot back up again. All of the big flowerpots on the boardwalk had been tossed on their sides, dirt and flowers spilling everywhere. I scooped up the flowers and pushed them back in the soil after August and Kevin had set the pots right again.
    By that time, my good friend Trudy Devereaux, who owned the Curves and Curls Beauty Spa next door to Missing Pieces, was out examining her shop. We hugged and talked for a while about the storm. She already knew about Sandi’s death. Even without phones and power, the Duck grapevine worked overtime.
    â€œIt must’ve been terrible,” Trudy said as Kevin worked to get her water-warped door open. It had swelled too large for the frame. “You knew Sandi Foxx from before, right? I thought I remembered you talking about her.”
    I nodded, not wanting to give too much away before the medical examiner and Chief Michaels had a chance to do their jobs. “I had to talk to her husband about it. I’m just glad I didn’t have to explain to her little girls.”
    â€œShe had kids ?” There were tears in Trudy’s eyes. She’d always had a soft heart—saving beetles and spiders from children at school who wanted to squish them. “That’s even worse. I’m sorry you had to be involved, Dae.”
    Kevin gave her door a solid push, and it finally popped open. The shop seemed fine. We all walked through it to be sure.
    Trudy thanked Kevin for his help as she checked her always-perfect platinum blond hair and makeup, and then asked, “So what are they going to do with her? She’s not still at the Blue Whale, is she?”
    â€œNo,” Kevin answered. “The medical examiner has her body.”
    Her blue eyes widened. “You mean they think someone killed her? It wasn’t the storm?”
    Kevin was used to talking with a different crowd when it came to things like this. All of Duck would be talking about Sandi’s murder by tomorrow morning.
    â€œIt’s not like that.” I tried to contain the damage. “She died outside during the storm, but all suspicious deaths go to the medical examiner. They have to check these things out.”
    â€œWhat in the world was she doing outside during the storm?” Shayla asked as she joined us, no doubt on her way to her own shop—Mrs. Roberts, Spiritual Advisor—on the other side of Missing Pieces. “That was a bad storm for someone to be standing in.”
    â€œDae found her body,” Trudy answered. “It was terrible.”
    Shayla stepped back and looked at me from head to toe. “That must be why your aura looks all smudgy. You need some rest—and stay away from