Daisy Ann was in the cubby, getting familiar with Deke's filing system.
"You full?"
"Stuffed," he said. "I had some canned peaches for desert. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all. You know," she said, "I thought I'd be lost with this stuff. But Deke was a smarter nut than I ever gave him credit for."
She held up a few important papers.
"There really does seem to some order in all this chaos. If you dig below the first layer of tickertape he spread on the desktop."
"What?"
"Never mind. I been thinking, Henry. We need to attack the back storeroom first. Get that behind us. Then, move forward."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure of nothing," she said. "The thought of going back there makes me as weak as water. But I have to face my demons. I have to, if I'm going to make a go of this."
"What is it, Daisy Ann?"
"I feel a little queasy."
"Me too," said Henry. "I didn't tell you that besides the peaches, I ate a bag of Dinks, too."
"A whole bag! Henry, those things had to be like eating melted tar."
"Well, they were messy. But as far as I could tell, they weren't rotten."
"Come on," she said. "Can't keep putting this off."
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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.
