and on and on.
I continued to pick at the food on my plate, more and more anguished at Samâs seeming inattention to me. He hadnât asked about my day. He hadnât directed one word to me. My spirits dropped lower and lower. Ignoring me could be the first sign of his interest in somebody else.
âJulia?â Sam said, and I couldnât help but look up expectantly, in spite of wanting to appear serene and composed. âI saw a couple of city commissioners at the Bluebird today, and youâll be happy to know that your idea of using the old courthouse for archives was well received. Tom Tinsley wanted to know if youâd be interested in heading a study committee to come up with a plan to pay for the restoration it needs. That would give them an alternative to the mayorâs push to sell it to developers.â Sam picked up his glass of tea. âI told him youâd be happy to do it.â
I blinked, unable to respond. My first thought was that he wanted to keep me busy so I wouldnât find out what he was doing. Finally, I managed to say that Iâd think about it, and the conversation went on without me.
The evening wore down to bedtime with everything seeming as normal as usual. Except my nerves, which were strung so tight that I thought Iâd jump out of my skin. Tonya called about nine oâclock, letting us know she was home and there was still no word of her father. Mildred, she said, was inconsolable and had been given a sedative. I passed the phone to Hazel Marie, who talked at length with her about the advantages of hiring J. D. Pickens, P.I.
I left her to it and went into the living room to sit with Sam. Now, I thought, weâre alone and heâll tell me about Helen.
âJulia,â he said, âthis is bad business about Horace. Did you pick up any hint of what might have happened?â
Ah, I thought, heâs ready to talk and is just leading up to Helen.
So I told him some of the possibilities Iâd come up with and how Lieutenant Peavey had dismissed them out of hand. âBut, Sam, it makes sense. That piece of paper they found in Horaceâs car links him to Richard in some way. Or at least, links whoever was driving the car to Richard. And itâs entirely possible that Richard had something to do with Horaceâs disappearance. Donât you think?â
Tell me, I thought, tell me what Helen thinks.
âI donât know,â he said, shaking his head. âItâs a long shot any way you look at it. Iâve not heard of them having any dealings with each other, although,â he stopped and smiled, âthe way Mildred treats Horace, I can see how heâd want to do something on his own. Maybe he just took off for Las Vegas or somewhere. Thousands of people disappear every year, you know, and itâs usually because the home situation is intolerable.â
âWell, speaking of that,â I said, hoping that as I confided in him, he would in me. âHave you heard about Leonard Conover and Pastor Ledbetter?â
Sam laughed. âDonât tell me theyâre in cahoots.â
But his eyebrows went up when I told him of Pastor Ledbetterâs potential call to another church, and he was as shocked as I was when I told him of Leonardâs absence from hearth and home.
âLeonard Conover,â he said, shaking his head in disbelief, âwho wouldâve thought it.â
âThatâs not all,â I said, daring to bring up the name. âLuAnne thinks heâs been lured away by Helen.â I watched him carefully to see if he would betray himself.
All he did was laugh again. âLeonard and Helen? That would be one for the books, wouldnât it? LuAnne must really be distraught to come up with that.â He stood up and yawned. âItâs time for bed, Julia. Iâm about wiped out.â
I would think so, I thought, after the day youâve put in.
As Sam checked the
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