It wasn't on the dresser or in the little dish on the kitchen counter.
He'd searched his back pocket a thousand times. He searched the truck, going so far as to flip the seat down, and look behind it with a flashlight. Not in the glove compartment either.
It was at the store. He remembered laying it a shelf in his cubby because it was rubbing his back as he sat in his office chair.
"Of all the lame things."
He was in such foul mood, he could have kicked the wall. But that would mean repainting.
It was late, and he really didn't want to back track. But it was Saturday night, and since the Buy-Right was closed on Sundays that meant his billfold would lie alone in his cubby for thirty-odd hours.
Too long to be without it, he decided.
There was nothing to do but go back to the store. He'd never get a wink of sleep worrying over the stupid thing.
Not that he kept a wad of cash in it. There were only a couple of credit cards. It was just the fact that it was there. At the store. And not in his back pocket where it usually lived.
As he cranked his truck, he wondered if the county's deputies were hard at it tonight. He hoped not. Driving around without a license was something he didn't want to have to explain to one of them.
He took the back roads to the store, making sure to obey speed limits on the way.
YOU ARE READING
It's Murder at the Buy-Right
Mystery / ThrillerIt's murder at the Buy-Right, a small town grocery store, a cozy-mystery set in rural America. When a body is found behind the store in a dumpster, Daisy Ann, the cashier, is mortified. She sets out to find the killer before he strikes again.
