By Ellery Adams
Whereas strolling her poodle, Olivia Limoges discovers a lifeless physique buried within the sand. might it's attached to the weird burglaries plaguing Oyster Bay, North Carolina? At each crime scene, the thieves manage unusual tableaus: a stick of butter with a knife via it, dolls with silver spoons of their mouths, a deck of playing cards with a lacking queen. Olivia realizes every one setup represents a clich?. And who larger to decode the clich? clues than her Bayside publication Writers team?
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I like to be prepared,” Olivia answered cryptically. Laurel had enough on her mind without having to worry about an impending storm. As Laurel tried to maneuver her stroller through the narrow checkout space, she looked very young and vulnerable to Olivia. Unaware of their mother’s struggle, the twins giggled, sticking their glow sticks under their shirts and watching in scientific delight as the material in the center of their chests changed hue. It was as if their hearts had turned into little moons.
Olivia clammed up. “Have you heard of any locals that have gone missing? ” Ignoring the waving hands coming from the Evita booth, Dixie thought about the question. “I haven’t, but I’ll keep my ears open and my mouth shut. Can I at least tell Grumpy? ” Olivia nodded. She knew Grumpy was no gossip. “Ask him the same question. He might hear talk among his friends about someone not turning up at home or at work. ” Dixie plastered on her best waitress smile and signaled to the man holding his coffee cup in the air.
She wondered if Rawlings prayed that the victim was not anyone’s father. She could picture the chief walking slowly up a front path and stepping gingerly over a skateboard or a jump rope to knock on the door, his fist heavy on the wood. How much must it hurt him each time he was forced to crush a family under the weight of his news. From her vantage point in the lee of a dune, Olivia noticed Rawlings stood back a ways from the team assisting the medical examiner, watching as they painstakingly removed the sand from the head, exposing a neck and finally, a set of shoulders.