2 A Dyed Blonde and a Dead Body Read Online Free

one last time.
    "I'm positive," Bekki insisted and hugged her friend again. "And even if it is a sad day, I am still going to wish you happy birthday."
    "Thank you," Sammy smiled into her shoulder and gave her a squeeze. "Call me if you need anything, okay?" She met her eyes to be sure that she would.
    "I will," Bekki promised as she sat down behind the receptionist desk. After Sammy left she spent most of her morning fielding calls from clients who were canceling their appointments. The town had come to a standstill as people tried to figure out how someone as cheerful and loving as Lydia had chosen to hang herself. Once the flurry of calls died down and Bekki was preparing to make a list of her suspicions, the door to the salon swung open. She glanced up and was surprised to find a woman about her age who was dressed in the finest and latest fashion. Bekki stood up from her chair as the woman walked further into the salon. Her delicate nose scrunched up at the sight of the simple place, and she cleared her throat.
    "Well, I guess this will have to do," she mumbled to herself. Her glossy blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her eyes were hidden by a pair of dark sunglasses. She looked as if she belonged in a high end salon, certainly not Bekki's.
    "Can I help you with something?" Bekki asked with a friendly smile.
    "I just need a touch up on my roots, and maybe a bit of a style," the woman smiled in return, but there was more loftiness than friendliness in the expression. "Do you think you could do that?"
    "I'm sure I can," Bekki replied, gritting her teeth. She never liked the prissy attitude of some of the wealthier women she had met in the city. This woman had plenty of attitude.
    "Have a seat, and I'll be right with you," Bekki gestured to one of the open chairs. The woman walked over to it, her nose still scrunched. She pulled a tissue out of her pocket and wiped off the seat of the chair before sitting down. Then she tossed the tissue in a nearby waste basket. Bekki grabbed a new customer form and walked up beside her.
    "Are you visiting?" she asked as she jotted down the woman's requests.
    "Yes, just for a day or so," the woman explained.
    "My name is Bekki, welcome to Harroway," she managed to retain her friendly tone. She was not going to tarnish the town's good reputation over one woman's disrespectful behavior.
    "I'm Julie," the woman replied sounding a little impatient. "Will this take long? I was hoping to get some lunch and do a little shopping this afternoon."
    "Shopping? Here?" Bekki asked with surprise as she eased the woman's sunglasses off to reveal her pale green eyes. She walked behind her and began releasing the pins that held up her bun. "Don't worry it won't take long."
    "Yes, there's a fabulous antique store I have been dying to visit," she exclaimed as if it was the most delightful excursion she could imagine. Bekki nodded in quiet agreement but she could not think of what antique store she might be talking about. As the woman's hair tumbled down to the base of her neck, Bekki reached forward and swept it back away from her ears. As she did her finger caught lightly on one of the woman's simple stud earrings. She noticed that the earring was silver, but the backing on it was a very different style. She glanced at the woman's other ear and found that the back of it matched its earring perfectly.
    “Calm down,” she told herself. Plenty of people lose those little backs to earrings, and replace them with others. But her mind was reeling at the sight. What were the chances of it being a coincidence? The woman prattled on about her shopping intentions.
    "I am looking for small town memorabilia as I want to do a bit of a diner themed kitchen, you know, just for fun," she laughed. Her laughter was not real. It was the light and airy kind that Bekki always imagined women like her practiced in front of the mirror before they left the house each day.
    "Well, you've come to the right place for