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Aubrey’s parents, but hadn’t be able to find a personal number for either of them. Pulling out her phone, she tapped in the number.
A bright, cheery voice answered her call. “Hi. You’re speaking to Susan at the Perkins & Co. Dental Surgery. How can I help you?”
“My name is Nichole Chambers. I’m working”—she hesitated—“on the Chase Myers case, and I was wondering if Mr. or Mrs. Perkins is available for conversation?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Perkins don’t personally take any calls unless they’re regarding business or their patients.”
“Could you take my number and ask for them to call me?”
“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I can’t do that. Have a nice day.”
“No wait, I—” Susan had already hung up the phone.
Nichole stuck her tongue out at her phone. “Rude.”
Kelly seemed to have relaxed; she sat back in her chair rather than on the edge of it.
“So how well did you know Aubrey Perkins?” Skyler asked.
“The assistant manager? We chatted sometimes. Before—you know—before it happened, she had been telling me all about how someone she used to know had come back to town. She was angry at first, said that this person was irresponsible, lazy, entitled…but then something changed. She had this little smile on her face for ages…”
“Was there anything else you found strange?”
Kelly tilted her head as she considered it. “She was quiet, the day before it happened. Spaced out.”
“Preoccupied?” Skyler suggested.
“Yeah, that’s the word!”
Skyler made some scribbled notes. Kelly checked her phone and started tapping on the screen as if she were texting someone. A grey cloud had passed over the sun. She looked up and frowned, pulling a jacket on over her shoulders.
“I only have one or two more questions, Kelly.”
Swatting aside old receipts and defunct lipsticks, Nichole’s hand came into contact with the phone at the bottom of her bag. Her work phone was old, but she only used it to talk to clients.
Pressing play on a video of office sounds on her laptop, she dialed a number on her phone.
“Hi. You’re speaking to Susan at the Perkins & Co. Dental Surgery. How can I help you?”
Nichole affected a nasal monotone as she spoke. “Hi, Susan. This is Jennifer calling from the office of Ms. Skyler Avery. Ms. Avery is not happy with the standard of dental care she is currently receiving. Your practice was recommended to her by a colleague. Would it be possible for me to book an appointment for her with you?”
“Absolutely. When is Ms. Avery available?” It worked! Nichole punched the air. “Hello?” Oh, right .
“When is your next available appointment?”
“Tomorrow afternoon, 3 p.m.”
“Perfect. I’ll write that down in Ms. Avery’s calendar. Thank you for your assistance. Goodbye.” She hung up the phone and grinned to herself. Then she sent a text to Skyler on her usual phone.
“The only other time I’ve really seen Bryson is one time when he stopped in to chat with Aubrey.” Kelly shrugged. “He seemed friendly enough.”
Skyler nodded. “Thank you, Kelly. You’ve been a real help.”
The young woman smiled at her. “I’d best be off; I’m working later. Can’t believe they kept the restaurant open, really. Thanks for the tea. Bye!” She waved and walked off through the tearoom. Skyler reviewed her notes, circling things in a few places and scribbling out other things. Her phone buzzed in her pocket.
It was Nichole.
“You’re going to the dentist tomorrow.”
Chapter Eleven
Perkins & Co. Dental Practice had a cream and white painted waiting room. Skyler was flipping through a gardening magazine. Ten Ways to Improve your Tomato Harvest. Truly fascinating. A child was playing with blocks in the corner while her mother idly tapped at something on her phone. Skyler yawned.
“Ms. Avery is
A bright, cheery voice answered her call. “Hi. You’re speaking to Susan at the Perkins & Co. Dental Surgery. How can I help you?”
“My name is Nichole Chambers. I’m working”—she hesitated—“on the Chase Myers case, and I was wondering if Mr. or Mrs. Perkins is available for conversation?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Perkins don’t personally take any calls unless they’re regarding business or their patients.”
“Could you take my number and ask for them to call me?”
“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I can’t do that. Have a nice day.”
“No wait, I—” Susan had already hung up the phone.
Nichole stuck her tongue out at her phone. “Rude.”
Kelly seemed to have relaxed; she sat back in her chair rather than on the edge of it.
“So how well did you know Aubrey Perkins?” Skyler asked.
“The assistant manager? We chatted sometimes. Before—you know—before it happened, she had been telling me all about how someone she used to know had come back to town. She was angry at first, said that this person was irresponsible, lazy, entitled…but then something changed. She had this little smile on her face for ages…”
“Was there anything else you found strange?”
Kelly tilted her head as she considered it. “She was quiet, the day before it happened. Spaced out.”
“Preoccupied?” Skyler suggested.
“Yeah, that’s the word!”
Skyler made some scribbled notes. Kelly checked her phone and started tapping on the screen as if she were texting someone. A grey cloud had passed over the sun. She looked up and frowned, pulling a jacket on over her shoulders.
“I only have one or two more questions, Kelly.”
Swatting aside old receipts and defunct lipsticks, Nichole’s hand came into contact with the phone at the bottom of her bag. Her work phone was old, but she only used it to talk to clients.
Pressing play on a video of office sounds on her laptop, she dialed a number on her phone.
“Hi. You’re speaking to Susan at the Perkins & Co. Dental Surgery. How can I help you?”
Nichole affected a nasal monotone as she spoke. “Hi, Susan. This is Jennifer calling from the office of Ms. Skyler Avery. Ms. Avery is not happy with the standard of dental care she is currently receiving. Your practice was recommended to her by a colleague. Would it be possible for me to book an appointment for her with you?”
“Absolutely. When is Ms. Avery available?” It worked! Nichole punched the air. “Hello?” Oh, right .
“When is your next available appointment?”
“Tomorrow afternoon, 3 p.m.”
“Perfect. I’ll write that down in Ms. Avery’s calendar. Thank you for your assistance. Goodbye.” She hung up the phone and grinned to herself. Then she sent a text to Skyler on her usual phone.
“The only other time I’ve really seen Bryson is one time when he stopped in to chat with Aubrey.” Kelly shrugged. “He seemed friendly enough.”
Skyler nodded. “Thank you, Kelly. You’ve been a real help.”
The young woman smiled at her. “I’d best be off; I’m working later. Can’t believe they kept the restaurant open, really. Thanks for the tea. Bye!” She waved and walked off through the tearoom. Skyler reviewed her notes, circling things in a few places and scribbling out other things. Her phone buzzed in her pocket.
It was Nichole.
“You’re going to the dentist tomorrow.”
Chapter Eleven
Perkins & Co. Dental Practice had a cream and white painted waiting room. Skyler was flipping through a gardening magazine. Ten Ways to Improve your Tomato Harvest. Truly fascinating. A child was playing with blocks in the corner while her mother idly tapped at something on her phone. Skyler yawned.
“Ms. Avery is
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