Polly dipped her head and moved to the coffee machine. “How are you settling into town?”
“Okay. My parents are here, which I love. I don’t really have anyone else though. I’m only just realizing that I spent all my time with my ex in high school, so now I’m back and don’t really have any friends.” Raven paused then shook her head. “I’m sorry. I just dumped that on you like you’re my therapist.”
“Baristas are kind of like therapists.” An idea stumbled into her head. Maybe it was reckless, because she didn’t know thiswoman. But, heck, she’d been reckless last night by kissing Joel, andthathadn’t killed her. “You know, Maggie and I are going to Trap this Saturday evening. You should come.”
Hope lit the woman’s eyes, as if she was even more desperate for friends than Polly had thought. Then she shook her head. “No. I couldn’t intrude.”
“I would never invite someone if I didn’t want them there. Please. Join us.”
“Oh, um…okay. I probably won’t drink, but I’d love to join just for the company.”
“Great. Eight o’clock work?” Polly set down the latte.
“Works great.” She took out a twenty.
Polly shook her head. “First coffee from Bloom is on the house.”
Relief came and went so quickly, Polly almost missed it. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
“Thank you.” One more smile, then Raven headed out.
Great. Polly was already having a better day than yesterday.
Maureen stepped in and went straight to the flowers.
Polly joined her. “Good morning.”
“Oh, darling.” Maureen pulled Polly into a hug. “How sad is the news about Jenna?”
“It’s devastating.”
Maureen stepped back. “How are you doing?”
“As good as I can be. We weren’t really friends but?—”
“She came in every day. That builds a relationship.”
Polly frowned. “How do you know that? Is it your psychic abilities?”
“Yoga.”
Polly was silent for a moment. “Yoga?”
“Jenna’s in my yoga class at the community center every Sunday morning. Or…was. She raved to the ladies aboutyour coffee.” Maureen shook her head. “And poor Nancy is devastated.”
“Who’s Nancy?”
“Her best friend. Knowing Nancy though, she’ll still go this Sunday. This loss would have killed her. They were the kind of friends who spoke every day. I wouldn’t be surprised if Nancy was the last person to speak to her.”
An idea coiled in her head. A crazy idea. Completely ridiculous. “What time is your yoga session?”
“Nine. Why? You want to join?”
“Maybe.”
Yes. It was crazy. But if Jenna had spoken to this Nancy after leaving Bloom, maybe she’d told her about the conversation she’d overheard, and Nancy might know if her death had anything to do with the missing phone. She hadn’t made it to work, and Polly needed to know what happened to her between leaving here and being shot.
