[Short chapter but more to come.]
The London Police were no help to Joy in locating her stalker. Apparently if no threat had been made and a person of interest couldn't be identified then it was a non-issue for them. I guess when someone chopped her head off then it would be an issue. Detective Joy would have to take this case on herself.
She headed to the Ye Olde English Flower Shoppe. It was a small but delightful little store. She opened the stained glass front door. The bell over the door jingled but Joy didn't see anyone else in the shop or behind the counter. She decided to look around for a bit. A huge green vase stuffed with dozens of white tulips was sitting in the window. Melanie would love these, Joy thought.
"May I be of assistance?" Joy heard a man ask from behind her. She turned around and was awe-struck by the gorgeous man standing behind the counter. A light bulb went off in her head.
Joy slowly walked to the counter as the plan formulated in her head. The man was tall, probably at least 6'2, and had dark brown wavy hair. Oh how she loved the dark haired men. With her expert dating experience, she assumes he's about 35 years old.
"I was a bit curious if you were hiring anyone." Joy amped up the charm. "This is such a delicious store. It would be my dream job. And I would just work a few hours a week if that's all that's necessary." She leaned on the counter putting her cleavage directly in the man's line of sight.
She saw him dare to glance. "I'll…um…I'll check with the manager. Will you be able to wait a few moments?" He smiled. Oh lord, how he smiled.
"Absolutely." Joy returned his smile. Joy knew is she could get into the store she would be able search their files and computer system to possibly trace who had been sending her the flowers. As she was looking around the shop she spotted a jar with the pink peonies.
"Miss?" She turned around. Was he checking out her legs? "We do need assistance in the mornings and possibly afternoons on the weekends. Would you be able to handle that?" His dark blue eyes gleamed. "What is your name?"
"My name is Joy…" If she told him her real name he may link it to the peonies order. "Joy Chase."