The sign above the door creaked as it swung with the breeze rolling in from the ocean. It would've been eerie if one could pick up the sound over the bustle of a busy shopping street at noon on a Saturday. Most people wouldn't.
Kay wasn't most people.
Having exhausted his to-do list, he stood on the sidewalk across the street and watched the Sable Salon from afar. It looked different. Plastic protected the windows and there was scaffolding climbing up one side of the facade. Roof repairs, maybe. Or the masonry needed fixing.
Construction work was a long way from probable cause, but still it intrigued. Kay waited for a lull in traffic, then crossed the street with a sure step. He ignored the Closed! sign on the door as he rapped a knuckle against the frame.
Earlier, he had spotted someone enter the salon and hadn't seen them leave. Not the owner. The employee. Alexis. No one he knew personally, but that was no reason not to do his job.