He slams the cash on the counter. “I need a bouquet with a hidden meaning.” He’s not the first to ask.
“What meaning, sir?”
“Murder.”
“Murder again!?” the shopkeeper exclaimed.
She puttered around the room and talked:
“Well, my heavens, sometimes I wish I didn’t keep promises, like when I promised to keep this shop open after my grandmother died. She passed the magic along to me, though. Don’t worry, dear. I’ll solve your problem.”
She presented him a bouquet of the deepest red roses, and he watched her spray them with something.
“Don’t sniff – only her.”
“Who?”
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