Blackberry Crumble
“He’d known she was taking a picture of them! She hadn’t seen him look in her direction at all other than when she had made the racket with her menu. But his blue-gray eyes stared back at her in the photo, his expression hard to read. Was he angry? Curious? Confused? If he knew she’d taken his picture, why hadn’t he confronted her? Who was he? Did he tell Keith what he’d seen? Shaken to the point of being completely ineffective, Sadie programmed Dora to take her to the hotel. She needed to think this through and determine what to do about it, assuming she could do anything at all. She hadn’t even been in Portland two days and she’d blown her cover. Some investigator she turned out to be. As she followed Dora’s instructions—the beauty around her completely lost—she wondered if she should tell May. What if that guy called the police? She already had a ticket, what would they do with a report of . . . voyeurism, or whatever they would call her taking the pictures.
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