Michael looked up when he heard the shop door open and saw Reid, followed by man he’d didn’t recognize. “We’re about to close,” he told the man.
“He knows,” Reid said. “This is Officer Barnet. He’s your official watcher.”
Barnet snorted. “Not sure I’d put it like that. You’re Michael, I presume. Why don’t you give me a quick tour of the place? I need to know the layout and it’ll make me look like I’m here legitimately.”
“I’ll tag along since I’ve never been in here,” Reid said.
Michael did as Barnet suggested, including taking them into Carolyn’s domain, which took up the back quarter of the building. It served as her sewing area and the laundry room, with a small fridge and a table for the coffeemaker next to the back door leading out to the alley.
“Company?” Carolyn asked as she hun
