returned with our drinks. “My granny always said that when I’d get all worked up about something she didn’t think was my problem. Like when my friends were having troubles with teachers at school. I’d come home all vigilante, and she’d respond with that old saying.” The waitress smiled at the memory. “It used to tick me off. Anyway, what can I bring you?”
Greg listed off enough food for three people and then turned to me. “What are you having?”
She turned to me, obviously surprised at the size of his order.
“I’m having the scallops, with a side salad, garlic mashed potatoes, and add a cup of clam chowder.” I closed the menu and handed it to her. “Oh, and bring me that crab dip appetizer, with two plates. I’ll share.”
After the waitress walked away, Greg laughed. “I bet she thinks we’re being joined by friends.”
“Hey, I ran this morning.” I took a sip of the tea. “Besides, it sounds like you’re going into cop mode as soon as we get back into town. So this is date night, and I’ll take the leftovers home and watch movies.”
“Sounds like a perfect night.” Greg sounded thoughtful.
I put my hand on his. “It would be if you were cuddled up on the couch next to me.”
“Even if I insisted on the new Mark Wahlberg movie?” Greg squeezed my hand. Even though we watched a lot of movies together, we were still getting used to each other’s tastes in humor and entertainment.
“I’m planning a Disney princess marathon,” I teased.
As the appetizer arrived, he leaned back, spreading a napkin in his lap. “Then I’m glad I’m working.”
I tore off a piece of the fresh bread loaf, still warm from the oven, and dipped it into the crab mixture. “Is there any way Kent’s death wasn’t murder?”
He raised his eyebrows as he mirrored my actions with the dip. Then he sighed. “I guess I started this.” He took a sip of tea before he continued. “That’s why I’m going to see Doc Ames. The tox screens are coming back wonky. I mean, we know the good banker was a cokehead. But there’s something else in his system.”
“So he could have overdosed?” I shrugged. “I don’t know a lot about the whole drug thing, but people are always dying because of drugs.”
“Not the high-class drug addicts.” Greg ripped a bigger piece of bread off the loaf. “People like Paine tend to use cocaine as a supplement to their lifestyle. They can work longer and harder because they never sleep. And, apparently, it’s good for the libido.”
“You make it sound like an herbal supplement.” I shook my head. “I can’t believe they wouldn’t drug-test him at the job. Doesn’t Rotary Bank have a drug-testing program?”
He polished off the dip before he answered. “Apparently only when you apply for a job. He missed the mandatory testing that’s now in place for bank managers when they promote. The man was a smart player. Probably why he stayed at the smaller bank instead of trying to advance. He didn’t want to risk being tested now.”
I thought about what Greg had told me as our chowders arrived. After taking my first spoonful, I asked, “So he took it to have better sex?”
Greg’s grin widened. “I wondered if you caught that. Sherry was all about the wild sex she and Kent were having. She let a few tidbits slip out the last time we talked.”
Sherry. It always came back to her. “Trying to make you jealous?”
He shrugged. “I guess so. I told her you used to be a gymnast.”
That made me laugh. “You didn’t.”
He held his hand up in the air. “Swear to God, I did.” Greg chuckled. “She suddenly had to be somewhere else.”
“You are so bad.” The closest thing I’d ever done that remotely resembled gymnastics was a section in ninth grade P.E. And I was pretty sure I only passed the test because the teacher knew I was trying. My mother used to call me Grace, not because it was my middle name, but because I was klutzy.
“She deserved
Greg listed off enough food for three people and then turned to me. “What are you having?”
She turned to me, obviously surprised at the size of his order.
“I’m having the scallops, with a side salad, garlic mashed potatoes, and add a cup of clam chowder.” I closed the menu and handed it to her. “Oh, and bring me that crab dip appetizer, with two plates. I’ll share.”
After the waitress walked away, Greg laughed. “I bet she thinks we’re being joined by friends.”
“Hey, I ran this morning.” I took a sip of the tea. “Besides, it sounds like you’re going into cop mode as soon as we get back into town. So this is date night, and I’ll take the leftovers home and watch movies.”
“Sounds like a perfect night.” Greg sounded thoughtful.
I put my hand on his. “It would be if you were cuddled up on the couch next to me.”
“Even if I insisted on the new Mark Wahlberg movie?” Greg squeezed my hand. Even though we watched a lot of movies together, we were still getting used to each other’s tastes in humor and entertainment.
“I’m planning a Disney princess marathon,” I teased.
As the appetizer arrived, he leaned back, spreading a napkin in his lap. “Then I’m glad I’m working.”
I tore off a piece of the fresh bread loaf, still warm from the oven, and dipped it into the crab mixture. “Is there any way Kent’s death wasn’t murder?”
He raised his eyebrows as he mirrored my actions with the dip. Then he sighed. “I guess I started this.” He took a sip of tea before he continued. “That’s why I’m going to see Doc Ames. The tox screens are coming back wonky. I mean, we know the good banker was a cokehead. But there’s something else in his system.”
“So he could have overdosed?” I shrugged. “I don’t know a lot about the whole drug thing, but people are always dying because of drugs.”
“Not the high-class drug addicts.” Greg ripped a bigger piece of bread off the loaf. “People like Paine tend to use cocaine as a supplement to their lifestyle. They can work longer and harder because they never sleep. And, apparently, it’s good for the libido.”
“You make it sound like an herbal supplement.” I shook my head. “I can’t believe they wouldn’t drug-test him at the job. Doesn’t Rotary Bank have a drug-testing program?”
He polished off the dip before he answered. “Apparently only when you apply for a job. He missed the mandatory testing that’s now in place for bank managers when they promote. The man was a smart player. Probably why he stayed at the smaller bank instead of trying to advance. He didn’t want to risk being tested now.”
I thought about what Greg had told me as our chowders arrived. After taking my first spoonful, I asked, “So he took it to have better sex?”
Greg’s grin widened. “I wondered if you caught that. Sherry was all about the wild sex she and Kent were having. She let a few tidbits slip out the last time we talked.”
Sherry. It always came back to her. “Trying to make you jealous?”
He shrugged. “I guess so. I told her you used to be a gymnast.”
That made me laugh. “You didn’t.”
He held his hand up in the air. “Swear to God, I did.” Greg chuckled. “She suddenly had to be somewhere else.”
“You are so bad.” The closest thing I’d ever done that remotely resembled gymnastics was a section in ninth grade P.E. And I was pretty sure I only passed the test because the teacher knew I was trying. My mother used to call me Grace, not because it was my middle name, but because I was klutzy.
“She deserved
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