That was probably fate trying to tell him something. Two seconds, in which he wasn’t even looking, and he’d found the perfect ring for Adalind. When he’d been looking for rings to propose to Juliette he’d agonised for months on cut and colour, looking over dozens of different rings in a dozen different jewellery stores. He rattled off all of the details like cut, colour, quality, something about the designer and the unusual addition of an eternity ring made to match the much older set but Nick wasn’t listening. ‘From the 1920’s, all the original stones, sold to me by a woman who didn’t know their worth and didn’t much care – probably drugs – but she had all the paperwork and, well, I figured I could find a more deserving home for them.’ ‘Beautiful aren’t they?’ he asked with far too much enthusiasm given the dead guy lying a few aisles over. To be fair to the owner, Nick had pretty much forgotten about the guy too. The owner saw where he was looking, clocked the potential sale and promptly forgot all of his fear and sadness over the unknown man who’d broken into his store to die. More specifically he was distracted by a wedding set of rings that would be perfect for Adalind. Stab wounds to the back and left thigh, signs that he’d fought back against his attacker but no signs in or around the store to suggest it had happened close by.Īpparently, the dead guy had broken in through the back and dragged himself as far into the store to hide as he could manage before he’d ultimately bled to death.īut that was about as far into the questioning as Nick had gotten before he’d become distracted by the contents of the glass display case he was leaning on as they spoke. Well-dressed man in his early forties, no ID on him and his prints weren’t in the system. Nick had gotten the salient details from Wu when they first arrived on scene. They weren’t towering aisles that couldn’t be seen over, but they weren’t exactly small with clear lines of sight, and so it had taken him a while to follow the trail in the right direction and find the body. It might be Portland but it wasn’t every day you walked into work to find that not only had someone broken into your store, they’d apparently done it so they could die.īefore Nick had gotten distracted – and thereby distracted the owner – he’d learned the owner had first realised something was wrong when he’d reached the aisle of antique silverware and found what he’d recognised but seriously hoped wasn’t blood dribbling down the aisle. He should have been interviewing the storeowner about the dead guy lying in the middle of one of his aisles.
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