made it perfectly clear that no personal information would be given. Angela didn’t want to push it. She’d come shopping more often, build a rapport. Then she’d delve deeper.
“I imagine the women in town flock to your store,” Angela said. “I’m certainly impressed.”
Betsy laughed. “Believe it or not, most of my business is from tourists. They like that they might actually get to buy an outfit that their friends can’t find at a big box store.”
Angela held out her hand and introduced herself, irritated because she wanted to know more about Abigail, but didn’t want to push her luck.
“Why, you’re the woman who helped save Jake’s life. How incredibly brave.”
Angela deflected the attention from herself. “It was mostly our other neighbor Ted.”
“I’m not sure I’ve met him. But I don’t know everyone.”
“How well do you know Jake?” Angela asked.
“Quite well. My brother’s a ranger up at the Grand Canyon. They worked together a few months ago when Jake was up there. They have a lot in common. I don’t think either of them will ever settle down.”
That was something Angela hadn’t asked the sheriff about: Jake’s family.
“I’m surprised he’s not married. He’s—”
“Good-looking,” Betsy agreed.
“Does Jake have family nearby?” Angela queried, surprised that the thought of him being alone bothered her.
“I’m not sure.”
Celia cleared her throat. “Mom, we still need to go to Tucson for shoes.”
Angela headed for the counter, took her wallet from her purse and waited for Betsy to calculate the amount. Angela fingered the black-and-white outfit and even though she’d told herself to take it slow, she took a chance. “So, I might see this outfit in red if I’m in town long enough?”
“I really don’t think so,” Betsy said. “Abigail Tetterman is what I call a professional shopper. She knows as much about thread count and quality as I do. She came in at least once a week, but I haven’t seen her in about three months, so I’m pretty sure she moved on.”
The bell on the front door tinkled as another customer came in. Betsy pointed out a purse that would go perfectly with Angela’s new black-and-white outfit, then moved to greet her next customer.
It had only been just over a week and Angela had a name. Abigail Tetterman. No wonder the Feds were so strict about following protocol.
Looking down at the outfit draped over her arm, Angela could almost hear her sister’s voice. “You don’t have to worry about me. Worry about Celia.”
In Angela’s world, worry was a bit like love.
There was enough for everyone.
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