know.
âAll Greg said was that someone was dead on the beach.â I resumed my foaming. âAre you sure it was Kacey?â
âDustin Austin drove to Bakerstown to meet up with Doc Ames late last night to identify the body. He told Mabel at the funeral home that sheâd gone for an evening walk and didnât come home.â
Strange, since she and Austin had taken a beach walk earlier that day, but maybe that was how she stayed skinny. I knew she was obsessed with losing weight, so it could be true. I finished making Darlaâs mocha and warmed up my own cup of coffee. Since it was just the two of us, I came around and sat next to Darla. âThatâs so sad. I mean, I didnât like what Austin did to Sadie, but Kacey was really nice. At least the times I met her.â
âSo you donât know if she died of natural causes or not?â Darla pressed. âI tried calling Doc Ames this morning, but heâs going all âopen investigationâ on me.â
I glanced at the clock. âItâs only seven. Maybe he doesnât know yet?â
âMaybe, but Iâm driving in to talk to Mabel.â She nodded to the dessert case. âBox up a couple more of these cheesecake slices. Maybe that will get her to talk more freely.â
I put the cheesecake into boxes and rang up Darlaâs purchase. She used the Examiner âs credit card. I guess she was on assignment with this one. Darla stood and swung her bag over her shoulder. âItâs just a shame. She reunites with her husband, and a few months later, heâs a widower. I guess true love doesnât come with a guarantee. I wonder if Sadie knows yet?â
âDo not go see her.â Sadie was going to be seriously upset. The woman didnât dislike anyone, so sheâd had conflicting feelings about Kacey in the first place. The last thing she needed was Darla poking around into the reasons Austin had dumped Sadie to return to his wife. âIâll stop over as soon as my shiftâs done.â
âYou may be too late by then. You know how gossip spreads in South Cove.â Darla didnât meet my gaze, instead looking down at the box of cheesecakes. âYou know I wouldnât do anything to hurt Sadie, right?â
âSorry, I didnât think before I said that.â It was turning into a crap morning.
Darla nodded and left the shop. Iâd hurt her feelings. One more thing on my list to fix. But first, I needed to make sure Sadie was okay.
The rest of my shift seemed to run in slow motion. By the time Toby arrived, I was itching to leave. He watched me pull off my apron and gather my purse as he started his day. âYou on a mission?â
âIt shows, huh?â I set my purse on the counter and put on my jacket. âIâm heading over to Sadieâs to make sure sheâs all right. I just hope she hasnât already heard the news.â
âI would think it would make her happy that her rival was out of the picture.â Toby slipped an apron over his head and tied it in the back.
âDonât say that. You know Sadie, she doesnât have a mean bone in her body.â Why was everyone convinced Sadie would be happy at the news?
He shrugged. âI donât know. Love makes people crazy sometimes. If I were her, Iâd be happy Austinâs new relationship didnât work out. Just for the satisfaction.â
âWell, youâre not her.â I stormed out of the shop, letting the door shut a little too hard behind me. I felt furious that Toby thought Sadie would be enjoying someoneâs death, but then as I walked to Sadieâs house, I began to think about the situation. If Toby, who I knew had a good heart, thought this, what were others saying?
Sadie Michaelsâs house sat on Beal Street, a block away from the Methodist church. It was an old Victorian with that gingerbread trim all over. For being a single mom for so