Foul Deeds: A Rosalind Mystery by Linda Moore Page B

really let down at all in this play. And of course most people are working at other jobs. Well, like yourself. How have things been going with the case, anyway?”
    â€œIt’s been a bit scary. I didn’t tell you when we were having tea this afternoon, but I was followed today when I drove out to the lab.”
    â€œOh god, really?”
    â€œYes, and we think it was the same car and driver who got to McBride a few nights back. We got part of the plate and McBride was planning to track him through the registry tomorrow. Actually, there were a quite a number of things he was planning to do, which are now on hold.” I knew I sounded discouraged.
    â€œWell, I’m going to go ahead and make that call to Aziz tomorrow anyway. I’ll let you know how it goes.”
    â€œI think it would be better to wait, Sophie,” I said.
    â€œLook, it can’t hurt to make contact. I’m into it.”
    We pulled up in front of McBride’s house on Harris Street. Molly started barking as I put the key in the lock.
    â€œIt’s okay Molly, ” I said, pushing the door open. She could barely contain herself as she tried to jump up on both of us at once.
    â€œPoor thing. She’s been alone most of the day,” Sophie said. “I bet she needs a walk. Why don’t you go on home and we’ll walk from here.”
    â€œI don’t know. It’s quite a long way and it’s late.”
    â€œI walk home from downtown all the time. It feels good to get some air, and it’s not even that cold. Really—go! Honestly, Roz. Go home, relax and get some sleep. You’ve had a stressful day. Come on Molly.”
    Sophie strode off towards Agricola Street with the Lab joyfully bounding along beside her.
    I knew that Molly would put on a brave and noisy show if anyone tried to assault Sophie, so I let them go with no further protest. And she was right, Molly needed the walk.
    As I was driving home, I remembered my pledge to the cat to pick up some soft food. It was almost eleven—too late to go the Superstore, so I stopped in at Joe’s on the way down Cornwallis and splurged on several cans of her favourite. She would be over the moon. I also got some bananas and dug deep for enough cash to buy a container of Vanilla Swiss Almond Häagen-Dazs. Why not? The night felt bleak. McBride was gone and I was in the middle of a mess of loose ends. But maybe this was a good opportunity to catch up on my homework. I had to take a look at the guest book and view the video of the funeral, and I wanted to read Peter King’s analysis of the Europa Conglomerate deal.
    When I got in, the message light on the phone was flashing. The cat jumped up on my desk and straddled the phone as I hit the retrieve button.
    â€œHi Rosalind. Harvie Greenblatt here. I’ll be at the office until midnight—I’m preparing a couple of cases for tomorrow—so if you get in before then, don’t hesitate to give me a call, and we’ll set something up.”
    â€œGreat!” I said to the cat, whose agenda did not include me making phone calls. “Just a few more minutes. It’ll be worth it.” She didn’t look convinced. Harvie answered before the second ring.
    â€œGreenblatt.”
    â€œHi, it’s Rosalind.”
    â€œOh…hi! Good, good, you got my message. Yeah, listen, I’d be happy to talk to you about Peter King. I’m in court tomorrow, but how about tomorrow evening?”
    â€œSorry I can’t. I’ll be in rehearsal,” I said.
    â€œYou’ll be in rehearsal?”
    â€œYeah, I’m working on a production of
Hamlet
,” I said.
    â€œReally? I love
Hamlet
! What, are you in it or something?”
    â€œHardly. No. I just help them with the text. Understanding it, what the scenes are about.”
    â€œSo you’re the director.”
    â€œNo, I’m not. It’s an unusual situation but they’re doing all