CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
The day before Earl’s murder, Ellen had called and asked Nancy if she had time to take her to Franklin’s Market, so she could pick up a few items to hold her over until the end of the week. Nancy was glad to do it as she was bored with ironing her husbands’ shirts.
After finishing with Ellen, and dropping her and her groceries off, she made her way back home. She didn’t feel like finishing up the ironing, so she went for a walk down Main Street. One of her simpler pleasures was to window shop as she strolled along the boulevard.
After eyeing a pretty frock in Milly’s dress shop window for several minutes, she continued down the sidewalk. Just up ahead, outside of Bozeman’s Café, she now spotted a police cruiser parked in front. Wondering who it might be, she picked up her pace to get a closer look.
Peering through the large plate-glass window by the entrance door, she halted as her eyes now focused in on Sherry and Thomas sitting at a corner table in the rear. Jealousy now overtook her, as Thomas reached across the table and patted Sherry’s hand. She turned and stormed off enraged by such a spectacle, and in broad daylight no less. Her mind raced with all types of false assumption’s now, as she headed for home.
“Order anything you like, my treat,” Miller said.
“Thank you sir.”
“I know it hasn’t been easy working with Det. Fairchild, and I wanted to express my gratitude. You have held your temper in check, and have shown you can remain calm even under stressful situations,” he said reaching over and patting her hand.
Sherry beamed with pride at his comments, “Thank you sir. I have been doing my very best. I feel there are times when Det. Fairchild deliberately tries to push my button, but I think he does it trying to make me a better officer. So I maintain control over my temper.”
“And it shows, keep up the good work. So, what would you like to order? Like I said, it’s on me,” he said very pleased that Dick and her were working together, which was taking some of the stress off his back.