CHAPTER SIX
Ilse was impressed by the sheer size of Carlisle’s Beauty Salon. Plus, the upscale hairdresser’s came complete with live entertainment. A faint, crooning voice drifted through the parlor, accompanying the light blues music humming from the speakers hidden throughout the salon.
As Ilse waited by the counter at the front of the shop, she glanced back towards where some women were getting their nails done—others had their heads tilted back, beneath streams of water, while attendants lathered multicolored suds into their hair.
Ilse glanced around, watching, most closely, the employees of Carlisle’s.
According to the woman at the counter, the namesake of the store had passed years ago, but her daughter now ran the place.
Ilse detected the faint click of heels against polished t
