Nora's POV
The storefront window of Literary Grounds needs something extra. I tap my finger against my lips, studying our holiday display with a critical eye. This week has dragged on without any progress on the murder cases, and the police seem just as stumped as we are. I've been keeping myself busy packing up my belongings from the little brick house, and now I'm here helping Vivien and Ophelia arrange our Christmas decorations.
Vivien holds a stapler in one hand and steps back to examine our work. "Do you think we need more garland?"
Ophelia bursts into laughter. "Vivien, you should know Nora by now. There's no such thing as too much when it comes to Christmas decorations in her world."
I grin at my best friend. "She's absolutely right. I've already ordered enough garland for the new house to decorate a small village."
