Murder in the Bookshop — a mystery
The wind blew gently through the open window of the Ginger Cat Café.
Sunlight danced across the tables, casting playful shadows. Outside, the town of Willowbrook went about its usual business, unaware of the drama that had unfolded here in recent weeks. Inside, however, there was a sense of finality hanging in the air, like the closing act of a play.
Lily Harper stood behind the counter, hands wrapped around a cup of tea.
She stared out at the street, her mind running through the events that had led them here. It had been a whirlwind — uncovering secrets, facing dangers she never imagined, and now, she felt the end drawing near.
The bell above the door chimed, and Lily turned to see Max walking in, his expression grim.
He looked every bit as tired as she felt.
He’d been working nonstop to help her, and she was grateful for it.
“Any news?” Lily asked, though she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear it.
Max nodded. “I spoke with Detective Farrow. They’ve made an arrest.”
Lily’s heart skipped. “Who?”
“Jenna. It’s all over.”
The words hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Jenna. Lily had suspected her, but hearing it confirmed still sent a…