got a backlog of cases piled a foot high on their desks.â
âAnd Iâll be at the bottom of the pile even with this new development?â Marco asked.
âMaybe theyâll give you some priority,â Reilly said, âbut it wonât be until they catch the robbers. That could be tomorrow or Christmas. Iâm just saying, if it were me, Iâd do what I could to speed the process along.â
I wanted to hug Reilly, but instead I gave Marco a looks-like-we-have-no-choice-now shrug.
âIâll write this up and make sure the coroner gets a copy,â Reilly said. âThatâll save him a trip.â
And Marco the embarrassment.
âThanks, man,â Marco said, clapping him on the back.
That time I did give Reilly a hug.
âSo weâre starting the investigation tomorrow morning?â I asked Marco as we drove home. Seedy was in my lap gazing out of the passenger-side window, panting happily. I stroked her fur, waiting for Marcoâs reply, but got only a heavy sigh as an answer.
âIs that a no?â
âIf it wasnât for that damned big hole in the basement floor it would be a
no way
, but I canât leave it open, exposing all that old contaminated soil when I serve food one floor above. The health department would shut me down in a heartbeat. So itâs a reluctant yes. But just so you know, I have a lot of misgivings about you being involved, Abby. Iâd rather handle the investigation on my own.â
âWell, I donât have any misgivings. Weâre a team now, Marco, and thereâs no
I
in team. Just so
you
know.â
Thursday
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Before Lottie or Grace could comment on my tired eyes or somnolence the next morning, I greeted them with, âMorning. New mattress is coming Saturday. I need coffee.â
They smiled at me like proud parents.
I put Seedy on the floor and followed them into the parlor, where Grace poured me a cup of her special brew and offered me a cranberry scone. Although Iâd had a piece of toast, in my exhausted state my willpower was weak, so I accepted. Then the three of us sat down at one of the white tables, while Seedy gazed up at me so dejectedly that I offered her a piece of scone.
âI wouldnât spoil her, love,â Grace said. âSheâll get used to it and will make a nuisance of herself at mealtimes.â
âOh, boy, I know that from the dogs my boys have had,â Lottie said. âYou donât want to start it, Abby.â
âSorry, Seedy,â I said. âThatâs all youâre getting.â
The dog tilted her head, as though trying to understand my words. She looked so cute, I had to glance away before I indulged her again. I blamed it on a lack of sleep and drained my coffee cup.
âAny word from the detectives yet?â Grace asked.
âNo, and you wonât believe what happened. Someone got into the barâs basement yesterday evening and stole the bones, along with a key piece of evidence.â
That prompted a barrage of questions, so I filled them in on the details as I poured us all more coffee. âEven Reilly feels that we should investigate,â I said. âMarco and I talked about it later and heâs finally seeing the wisdom in it, although heâs insisting we not let it get around town.â
âMy lips are sealed,â Lottie said, making a zipping motion across her mouth.
âMarcoâs right about staying mum,â Grace said. âIt takes a lot of moxie to pull a heist under the very noses of oneâs employees. That speaks volumes about the person whoâs willing to chance it. It makes one wonder what else might be chanced to ensure that the killerâs identity not come to light.â
That was basically what Marco had said, only not as eloquently.
âSo where do you begin?â Lottie asked.
âWith Henry Greer and the key chain,â I said.
Matt Kadey
Brenda Joyce
Stephen G. Michaud, Roy Hazelwood
Kathy Lette
S. Ravynheart, S.A. Archer
Walter Mosley
Robert K. Tanenbaum
T. S. Joyce
Sax Rohmer
Marjorie Holmes