In the wall mirror she caught a glimpse of herself. She looked as if shed gone ten rounds in a boxing ringand lost.
At the bottom of the stairs she turned on the outside light and was relieved to see Zoe Grosfield, her baking assistant. Zoe mimed that shed forgotten her key, then mimed a heartfelt apology.
Oh, why hadnt Jill thought to call Zoe to tell her not to come in today?
Hey, Zoe said as Jill unlocked and opened the door. Sorry. You know me, airhead extraordinaire. She pretended to refill her head with air as she breezed in, bringing the fresh, cold morning with her.
Just the sight of Zoe cheered Jill immensely, and she realized that she needed to bake today, needed that normalcy and the comfort her work afforded her. She could lose herself in baking, and today that was exactly what she needed.
So you want me to start the breads? Zoe asked with her usual exuberance as she headed for the kitchen.
Zoes hair was green today, spiked with a stiff gel that made her head look like an unkempt lawn. Shed filled her many piercings with silver and wore makeup that gave her a straight-from-the-grave look. Frightening. Especially at this hour of the morning.
Jill had thought twice about hiring Zoe. For one thing, she was youngonly seventeen, not even out of high school. Cute as a pixie, but her makeup was heinous, her many piercings painful-looking and her neon-bright, short spiked hair changed color with frightening regularity. Jill had been afraid the girl would scare the older customers.
Plus, Zoe had an ever-changing string of boyfriends whose appearance rivaled her own. And it was no secret that the girl loved to party. Almost every T-shirt Zoe owned proclaimed it. Everything about Zoe screamed unreliable bakery assistant.
But from the first day, Zoe had seemed fascinated by the workings of the bakery, so Jill had weakened and given her the job.
Zoe had proved to be a good worker, prompt and dependable. And Jill had felt guilty for judging the girl by her appearance.
Also of late, Zoe had fallen in love. Which wasnt rare. But this one had lasted for more than a week. Which was.
Breads. That would be great, Jill said. If you want to get started, Ill be right down.
Rough night? Zoe asked, eyeing her.
Had she heard about Trevors murder? Jill knew from her glance in the mirror that she looked bad.
Just a late night, she said. That stupid costume I was wearing. She raised her hand to the knot on her head. It was tender. So was the spot beneath her left eye. I kept running into things. So true.
Zoe nodded knowingly. One of those hoop-skirt things, right? Man, can you imagine dressing like that all the time? Too weird. And in your case, too dangerous!
Jill laughed. Yes, Zoe was exactly what she needed.
Ill get some coffee going first, Zoe said. You look like you could use a cup.
Thanks, I really could. She was grateful that she wouldnt have to discuss last nightor Trevor. If Zoe knew about Trevors murder shed be asking a dozen questions. Ill be down in just a few minutes to get going on the cinnamon buns.
Cool, Zoe said, and headed for the bakerys kitchen. Beyond it, Jill could see the dark shapes of the tables and chairs of the small coffee shop. And beyond that the dark street. What caught her eye was a car parked across the intersection. A shiny black sports car. Was there someone sitting in it behind the tinted windows? Someone watching the bakery?
Jill? Are you sure youre all right?
She blinked and focused on Zoe, whod turned to look back at her in concern.
Jill nodded. Just tired. She hurried back upstairs to her apartment, ran a brush through her long brown hair and plaited it into one long braid down her back. After she brushed her teeth, she put on makeup, something she seldom wore, to cover the worst of the scrapes and bruises. Not great, but definitely better.
She tidied the apartment a little and returned to the kitchen to find Zoe hard at work getting the bread doughs started.
How was your night? she asked the girl, who was sifting flour into a large metal bowl. It was the way they started
their days. With Zoes stories about her dates, her parents, her friends and the latest love of her life, a guy known only as Spider. Did you see Spider?
Finally. Zoe measured flour into the large floor mixer and sighed. He promised to take me to a party, but he didnt show up in time.
Jill knew the feeling. Im sorry.
He came around later, said hed been working.
Working. Jill had heard that one before, too.
But we went out on the beach, parked and talked. Zoe shrugged shyly. Hes the coolest guy I know. Older, you know. And he likes me. She grinned. A lot. But Im taking it slow. You know, kinda playing hard to get.
Good idea, Jill agreed, curious about this Spider. Older. That was the first time Zoe had revealed that. How much older?
Zoe shrugged. He drives a great car.
Really? Jill glanced out the front window thinking it might be a black sports car. But the car was gone.
It doesnt happen to be black, something sleek and sporty, does it? Jill asked.