Landry's Law

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Author: Kelsey Roberts
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you.”
    Savannah gasped. “You can’t think I killed two virtual strangers! I would have to be some sort of sicko Black Widow type!”
    Seth took in a breath and let it out slowly.
    “Are you?”

Chapter Two
    Main Street in Jasper had remained virtually unchanged since it sprang up around the 1860s, twenty years prior to Montana gaining statehood. Savannah pulled into a parking spot on the street in the middle of the block. Four expertly restored buildings stood side by side in the shadows of the Rockies. Were it not for the meters and one neon sign, she would have felt very much as if she was stepping back in time.
    Once she exited her car, Savannah was careful not to go in the direction of the newest building on the block. Well, new was a bit of an exaggeration, she mused as cold, clean air filled her lungs. Thesheriff’s office had been built around the turn of the century, so the brick and barred-window building lacked the Victorian charm of the other homes-turned-businesses. She’d avoided him for two weeks, and she was content to keep it that way.
    The moment she entered the shop, she was assailed with the strong aroma of homemade candles and heavily scented sachets. A bell tolled when she closed the door. “Olive?” she called out as she took off her heavy coat and hung it on the coatrack—which, like everything else in the shop, was for sale.
    “Be down in a little bit! Junior and I are having a late lunch,” Olive called from the second story.
    Olive’s Attic was exactly as the name implied. It was a cramped space filled with everything from locally dug arrowheads to tailored vintage clothing. And Savannah knew clothing.
    She went over to one of the forms to examine a dress Olive had added to the inventory. Savannah read the designer tag from the twenties sewn into the garment, then read the ridiculously low price and knew her paycheck for the week was shot.
    For Savannah, Olive’s was like a small treasure trove. People from Jasper and the surrounding communities brought things to Olive on consignment, usually after a death in the family. Savannah smiled, thinking to herself that instead of calling Montana Big Sky Country, they should call it the Land of the Mothballs. It seemed as if no one ever threw outanything. They just left things in mothballs until ritualistically surrendering them to Olive for sale.
    If Savannah had had the money to buy all the clothing in the store, she could run back to the Lower East Side with it and make a fortune.
    If.
    That word sent her into a temporary funk. Returning to her other life wasn’t an option. Not if she wanted to stay alive.
    Savannah was in the process of stripping the dress form when the bell tolled. She turned, smiling.
    Smiling back at her was Sheriff Landry. Lord, she hated the way her pulse increased whenever she set eyes on the man! He walked toward her in a slow, easy swagger that conveyed confidence. His dark eyes were expressionless, but it didn’t matter. His smile alone was gift enough.
    “Is that for another date?” Seth asked, indicating the hand-beaded dress draped over her arm.
    She met his gaze and ignored the allure of his cologne. “Maybe.”
    “Then I’ll alert the coroner.”
    She gave him a smart-ass smile. “You do that.”
    Seth’s demeanor remained annoyingly casual. “We need to talk.”
    “I’m working,” she said, then began to tidy up a tray of assorted buttons.
    “I’m sure Olive won’t mind.”
    “Won’t mind what?” Olive said as she carefullydescended the stairs. Today she was limping on her right leg and leaning on her son for support.
    Yesterday, Savannah would have sworn it was the other leg. But she’d grown used to Olive’s many ailments. She was basically a sweet woman, she just seemed to thrive on whatever happened to be her pain du jour. Olive spent almost as much time in the doctor’s office as she did at the shop.
    Seth tipped his hat to Olive and greeted Junior warmly. As far as Savannah knew,

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