“Hey,” Maddie said. “You have no right to talk to Livie that way. She was trying to help, not that you care.”

“Well, it looks to me like she made things worse by interfering.”

“In fact,” Olivia said, “I was able to call the sheriff and give him a partial description of the intruder, as well as his direction when he took off. He was tall and slender with dark brown hair. Does that sound like anyone you know?”

As always, Charlene had applied her makeup with skill and attention to detail, but it couldn’t hide a sudden shift in her emotions. She hugged her arms around her slender rib cage and dug her manicured fingernails into the bare flesh of her upper arms.

“Charlene? You know who did this, don’t you?” Olivia pointed toward the piles of glass, sparkling as they caught the overhead light. “Was that man looking for something in particular? Because he didn’t have to trash your belongings. That was done with anger. It was personal.” She reached toward Charlene’s shoulder.

Charlene pulled back. “I don’t know anyone who would do this to me.” She lifted her chin. “At least, not a man. A jealous woman, maybe, but not a man. Anyway, I don’t believe you really saw anyone. You were probably hallucinating. A sugar high will do that.”

With a derisive snort, Maddie said, “Hah! And what were you on when you threw those stupid flyers all over our lawn?”

“Are you deaf? I told you a hundred times on the way over, I did not throw those flyers on your silly lawn. Although whoever did it deserves a medal.”

Maddie’s freckled cheeks flushed. “What the heck is that supposed to mean?”

“You know perfectly well you are killing innocent people with all that sugar you’re stuffing down their throats. You should be arrested.”

“Well, at least our customers actually enjoy what we offer. All you do is manipulate people with fear and guilt.”

“Murderer!”