Hart donât check with me before they go off andmake an arrest,â she said, her expression inviting me to probe further.
âNo, but you might overhear something,
accidentally
.â I could just picture Mabel lingering in the hallway outside the chiefâs office, or taking note of indiscreet conversations between the uniformed officers. They should probably put suspects in an interview room with Mabel, I thought, who could coax information out of a spaghetti squash.
âWell.â She leaned forward so a brass button clicked against the counter, pushed her glasses up her nose, and looked around. âI did get the impression LindellâDetective Hart, I should sayâand the chief were pretty excited about something they found in the vicâs phone records. And the chief and Jackie Merton, the DA, left at lunchtime for a couple daysâ fishing up at the chiefâs cabin, so I wouldnât expect an arrest before they get back on Tuesday, at the very earliest. But you didnât hear that from me,â she said, sitting back.
âThanks, Mabel.â I signed the statement and handed it to her. âWeâre thinking about reading a Michael Connelly book for next month. Want to join us?â
âHarry Bosch or Lincoln lawyer?â she asked, tucking the pen back in her hair.
âWe havenât decided. Do you have a preference?â I expected her to go for the cop series, but she surprised me.
âLincoln lawyer,â she said. âThen we can watch the movie. That Matthew McConaughey has got It with a capital
I
.â
I laughed, tickled that Mabel was still interested inâIt,â and told her Iâd let her know what book we picked out.
Emerging onto the sidewalk, I dodged the skateboarder again and bumped squarely into Detective Lindell Hart. I recognized his smell before my eyes told me who it was. His arms caught me at the waist automatically and steadied me. His palms burned through my thin blouse to my skin. Was it my imagination, or did he hold on a few seconds longer than necessary?
âSorry,â I said, stepping back. âSomeone should give that kid a ticket.â
Hart smiled, like heâd forgotten he was disappointed in me, and said, âOfficer Bradford talked to him. The kidâs here with his parents for a week. Tourists. The town council has asked us not to discourage tourism, so . . .â
âI signed my statement,â I said, then could have hit myself for reminding him that he was mad at me.
No anger showed on his face. The breeze riffled his brown curls. âThanks.â
âIâm really sorââ
âOver and done with,â he said, not letting me finish another apology. âI might have done the same if it was my brother.â
I didnât believe that, but happiness bubbled throughme, making me feel lighter. I smiled. âOver and done with,â I agreed.
âWhat do you have going on tonight?â
âA retirement for the school superintendent,â I said regretfully. Was his question a precursor to asking me out? âIf youâre not doing anything tomorrow, I could make you dinner,â I heard myself offer before I thought it through. What was I thinking? I wasnât much of a cook. Heâd think I was too pushy. We werenâtâ
âSounds great,â Hart said immediately. âNo job talk, though. Nothing about your brother, or the case.â
âCross my heart,â I said, making the familiar gesture.
Taking me by surprise, he leaned forward and kissed my cheek. âIâll bring the wine.â
Before I could react, he disappeared into the building, whistling.
Chapter 9
T he retirement roast Saturday night went off without a hitch, thank goodness. Eventful! couldnât stand another evening like last night. As Al and I watched from the back of the musty-smelling auditorium while various teachers and principals shared
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