a quote on new carpet for the front office. Eric and Sasha were discussing a furniture pickup sheâd scheduled for that afternoon. Fred was reading something on his monitor. Another busy day at Prescottâs.
âEveryone?â I said.
They all looked up, even Cara and Gretchen.
âWhen youâre off the phone,â I mouthed.
While we waited for their calls to end, everyoneâs eyes were on my face.
âI donât know if any of you have heard the news about Jason ⦠Iâm certain Wes has already posted updates. If not, Iâm afraid Iâm the bearer of bad news.â Cara frowned. Sasha began twirling her hair. Fred pushed up his glasses and cocked his head. Gretchen leaned forward, her eyes reflecting her concern. Eric pressed his lips together. âAnaâs friend Jason is dead, and it looks like murder, but itâs too soon to know anything definitive.â Gretchenâs hand flew to cover her mouth. Cara gasped. âIt happened at Anaâs house. Thereâs nothing else I can tell you at this point.â I took in air. âWeâve been asked to help the police with an antiques-related aspect of the investigation.â I looked at Sasha, then Fred. âWhat are your schedules like today? I may need help re-creating an object from broken pieces.â
âIâm open all day,â Fred said, his tone subdued.
âI have a call with the director of the Vienna Snow Globe Museum at noon,â Sasha said, her anxiety apparent. âOther than that, I can help. Or I could reschedule the call if you wanted me to.â
âWeâll see. The analysis may take all of us working together. The object is in so many minuscule pieces, itâs unrecognizable.â
Fred leaned back, intrigued. âMinusculeâall of it?â
âSome bits are microscopic.â
âThatâs a challenge, all right.â
âHow is Ana holding up?â Cara asked kindly. âAnd her friend, Heather, wasnât it?â
âAna was pretty shaken up, but her dad is in town, and he seems to be a real support for her. I havenât seen Heather since it happened, but you can imagine how she must be feeling.â I paused. âEach of us has to process something like this in his or her own way. Take as much time as you needâI mean it. Take the rest of the day off if you want.â I scanned their attentive faces. âYou know me, so you know that in times of strife, work is my salvation. Just because thatâs how I cope, though, doesnât mean it should be your strategy. Do whatâs best for you.â
âIâll stay,â Fred said.
âMe, too,â Sasha added.
âI have a pick-up,â Eric said, âand two deliveries. Iâm fine to go.â
âIâm going to call Jack,â Gretchen said. âIf he can get off work for lunch ⦠I think Iâd like to be with him for a while.â
âGood idea,â I told her.
âIâd rather be here,â Cara said, âwith all of you, than home alone.â
âAll right, then.â I turned to Sasha. âItâs moot now, of course, but what did Ana think of those chess sets?â
As always, the moment the conversation turned to antiques or art, even in an atmosphere of uncertainty and fear, Sasha blossomed.
âShe liked them, but said even the lowest price was more than she wanted to spend.â
âAs expected,â I said. âWhat are you working on, Fred?â
He grinned and leaned to the side, placing his left elbow on his armrest and propping his chin on the back of his hand. He looked like he was posing for a high-end art photo.
Much to my enduring surprise, despite being, from all appearances, a quintessential New Yorker, Fred was happy in smaller, quieter Rocky Point. Nine years after moving to New Hampshire, he still wore the Italian suits and skinny ties in a place where most men wore flannel