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Chapter 9Zofia gaped at Nash in disbelief. “Are you certain? Elton was just there picking something up for me.” “I'm sorry,” he said. “They forced the door. Lots of damage inside. Broken glass, a real mess all over.” She turned away from Nash. “Elton?” She could barely control the panic in her voice. “What?” Elton bounded into the room, sucking on fudgie fingers. A startled look washed over his face at the sight of the policeman as he came to a halt at the stairs. “Elton, you did lock the door to the shop when you were done, didn't you?” “Yeah,” he said his voice wavering. “Why?” A long, drawn out screech echoed through the house. The back door slammed. Tillie must have learned something through her scrying spoon. Tillie's wild form transvected through the dining room and out into t