Page 30 of Amazing Grace
Grace sighed with disappointment. “Go talk to Bridget McBain. See what she can tell us about Albert Herves. Then have lunch, maybe at Cherry’s Pies? I could go for a slice of good pizza.”
“And after that? And don’t say come back here and go to bed.”
“Come back here and make love on the floor?”
“Grace!” Molly laughed and batted her good hand against Grace’s arm.
“Fine. Then we go talk to the big man himself, Albert Herves.”
“If we can get in to see him.”
Grace shrugged. “We will. Believe it or not, my name carries a little weight in certain circles. My firm is the second largest in Denver. I feel like Mr. Herves will either have already heard of me or will find out quickly who I am when we show up. Our cover is that I’m in town, and I heard he was a good investment broker. I have a little money — meaning a lot of money — to invest.”
“Do you? Have a lot of money?” Molly asked.
“Does it matter?”
Molly smiled at her. “Not a bit. I wouldn’t care if you were a pauper.”
“I know, and that’s what I love about you.”
“Ooh, you said the ‘L’ word.”
“Not like that…I mean, I like you, a lot. A lot, a lot. More than I’ve liked someone in a long, long time, if ever.” Grace felt her face heat up as she stumbled over her words.
“Oh, hush. I was just kidding. I know what you meant,” Molly said with a laugh. “Come on. It’s getting late, and we need to get down to the Cut ‘n Curl to get our hair cut. Or at least shampooed.”
Grace thrust her hand through her shoulder-length tresses. “Actually, I could use a trim.”
“Me, too.”
“No, your hair is perfect.” Grace pushed a strand out of Molly’s eyes.
“Bull. I need a trim. My layers are getting too long. I usually get it cut in Denver when I visit my folks, but…”
“Haircuts all around, then!” Grace laughed and picked up her purse from the dining room table. “Zoe? Emily? We’re leaving.”
“Be careful, ladies. Especially with Albert Herves. I don’t trust that man after he had dealings with Jeremy. He could be the murderer, you know.” Zoe appeared in the doorway with Lily on her hip. Emily peeked from over her shoulder. “And forget about the cover story – this is a small, small town. I’m sure he already knows you’ve been going around asking questions.”
“We’ll be careful,” Grace said. “We’re going to talk to Bridget first, anyway. Plus we need haircuts, and then we plan to go for pizza at Cherry’s.”
Zoe laughed. “Well, you have a full day planned. You may not even have time to get to Herves today. Be back by six for supper, yeah? I’m making meatloaf, and my meatloaf is not to be missed.”
“Gotcha. We’ll stop at the winery to pick up a nice red to go with it,” Grace promised. They waved and left the house.
Molly tapped Grace on the shoulder. “Want to drive?” She asked, holding up the Blazer keys. “I can’t with my arm in a cast. I mean, Ican, but I’d rather not. And if you want to stop at the winery later we’ll need to take the SUV.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Grace said and took the keys from Molly.
The Blazer was much older and crankier than Grace’s Silverado had been. It rattled and bucked, and made her a littlenervous, but Molly was right in one respect — it got them where they needed to go, and she was glad they’d Ubered to the field to get it.
There was no street parking in front of Cut ‘n Curl, nor a parking lot, so Grace parked a block away and they walked in. A bell over the door announced their arrival in the shop.
“Good morning, ladies.” A middle-aged woman, her hair cut short and stylish, smiled at them. “Do you have an appointment?”
“No. Do you do walk-ins?” Grace asked.
“Of course! Of course! We’re not busy at all at the moment. Let me have your names for the system.”