“I… don’t really know either,” Shelby admitted goodnaturedly. “But Boston Cremes are a specialty of ours, so he shouldn’t be disappointed.” She knew only the bare bones of the Hellhound problems; enough to be safe, but not all the details that a longer resident of Austin would have gathered or been aware of. It was obvious from the way that Sergeant Rusten talked that they’d been a thorn in law enforcements side though.
“Actually, go ahead and keep the sprinkle one too,” she added. “And then you can let him choose. If he doesn’t like either, you can give him my apologies.” She pulled a Boston Creme from the case to add to Jane’s bag. “Or you can keep it for yourself,” she added with a wink, before she reached across the counter for the business cards that were sitting in their holder and offered a few to Jane also.
“For your department, in case you get tired of having to give them all directions here,” she said, in a better mood than she’d been in even before Jane had shown up, which was hard to believe since she’d been on cloud nine for most of the morning already.