The Definition of Crime
When it came to laundromats, Helen Hartsock had definitely seen worse in her years as a private investigator.
Much, much worse.
The Laurel Gap Lost Sock Laundry had been recently remodeled, and quite nicely. All the smaller washers and dryers were gleaming white, all the industrial-sized monsters bright polished steel. No dents or rust spots in sight.
The row of chairs up against the spotless plate glass window up front was made up of the same shiny plastic curved variety Helen remembered from the 70s and 80s. Even had the two strange little holes low on the back that never quite made sense. But rather than puke green or depressing hospital tan, these chairs were cheery pink and bright yellow.
Same with the long waist-high tables that ran down the middle of the
