thing yesterday morning, when he was asking me about the police report I filed. He made me feel as if I had fabricated the whole thing and I was almost starting to wonder if I had made it up.”
“If the police really want a confession, they do even worse than that,” Dana told them.
“But I have nothing to confess,” Maggie insisted. “Disliking someone, wishing they would just go away and leave you alone…that’s not a crime.”
“Fortunately. Or we’d all be wearing orange jumpsuits right now,” Phoebe murmured.
“Just tell him what happened. Like you told us, “Lucy encouraged her. “You haven’t done anything wrong. Not really.”
Dana looked concerned, which wasn’t a good sign. She knew more than any of them about the legal system.
“Look, the omission is understandable,” Dana began in a careful tone, “but he’s going to be pissed at you for holding back. You really should have an attorney present. Or at least speak to one beforehand. Did you ever call the attorney Jack recommended?”
“No, I didn’t get around to it. But I have the number. I’ll call her this afternoon.”
Dana met Maggie’s gaze. “Good. Then call Walsh. Before he calls you.”
Lucy felt a hard knot in her stomach where the gourmet pizza had lodged. Dana really thought Maggie needed an attorney to see the detective. That made it seem serious.
The shop door opened and a young woman walked in. She carried a stylish knitting bag. Her jacket hung open, revealing a large pregnancy bump covered by a long fuchsia T-shirt that read “Baby on Board” in bold white print.
The customer smiled and waved hello. Maggie waved back. “Hi, Jen. Is it two o’clock already?”
“Not quite, I’m early. But I’m having a horrible problem with the booties. Could you take a look, Maggie?”
“Of course I will. We’re meeting in the front room today. I’ll be right there.” Maggie jumped up from her seat and gathered up a few of the dirty plates and napkins. “The What to Knit When You’re Expecting group.” She checked her watch. “I almost forgot about them.”
“I’ll get this stuff,” Phoebe offered, grabbing up more of the plates. “You’d better get in there. Those pregnant moms can be intense.”
“It’s the hormones…you’ll see. One of these days,” she added. “Thanks again for lunch,” she said to both Phoebe and Dana.
“No problem,” Dana replied. She rose along with Lucy and helped Phoebe clear the table while Maggie headed for the front of the store to help her expectant knitting student.
It was also time for Dana to return to her office. Lucy was walking home, so they left together and headed up Main Street.
Dana tied the belt on her long wool coat and flipped her scarf over her shoulder. Lucy remembered when Dana had made the scarf, back in the fall, working cream, brown, and yellow ribbon yarn into thick stripes. A matching hat was pulled down low over her brow, her pretty face framed by brown, shoulder-length hair.
“How’s your work going, Lucy? At least I have appointments to keep me on track. Have you been able to get anything done in the past few days?”
“Just barely,” Lucy admitted. “I’m mostly on the night shift these days.”
“Sounds tough…and tough on your social life,” Dana added.
Lucy shrugged. “No problem, since I don’t have one. Though I did dodge a setup from my sister Ellen this weekend, thank goodness. One of her dinner parties. The last one was just about as much fun as Amanda’s funeral. And the guy she made me meet—some investment banker or something like that—he was…well, not my type.”
Dana smiled and shook her head. “Was he good-looking at least?”
“Ellen thought so. I thought he looked like a pro golfer.” Lucy shrugged. “Just one woman’s opinion.”
“I think I remember that episode.” Dana laughed. “At least you have a sense of humor about it.”
“Barely,” Lucy admitted.
They had reached the building where
“If the police really want a confession, they do even worse than that,” Dana told them.
“But I have nothing to confess,” Maggie insisted. “Disliking someone, wishing they would just go away and leave you alone…that’s not a crime.”
“Fortunately. Or we’d all be wearing orange jumpsuits right now,” Phoebe murmured.
“Just tell him what happened. Like you told us, “Lucy encouraged her. “You haven’t done anything wrong. Not really.”
Dana looked concerned, which wasn’t a good sign. She knew more than any of them about the legal system.
“Look, the omission is understandable,” Dana began in a careful tone, “but he’s going to be pissed at you for holding back. You really should have an attorney present. Or at least speak to one beforehand. Did you ever call the attorney Jack recommended?”
“No, I didn’t get around to it. But I have the number. I’ll call her this afternoon.”
Dana met Maggie’s gaze. “Good. Then call Walsh. Before he calls you.”
Lucy felt a hard knot in her stomach where the gourmet pizza had lodged. Dana really thought Maggie needed an attorney to see the detective. That made it seem serious.
The shop door opened and a young woman walked in. She carried a stylish knitting bag. Her jacket hung open, revealing a large pregnancy bump covered by a long fuchsia T-shirt that read “Baby on Board” in bold white print.
The customer smiled and waved hello. Maggie waved back. “Hi, Jen. Is it two o’clock already?”
“Not quite, I’m early. But I’m having a horrible problem with the booties. Could you take a look, Maggie?”
“Of course I will. We’re meeting in the front room today. I’ll be right there.” Maggie jumped up from her seat and gathered up a few of the dirty plates and napkins. “The What to Knit When You’re Expecting group.” She checked her watch. “I almost forgot about them.”
“I’ll get this stuff,” Phoebe offered, grabbing up more of the plates. “You’d better get in there. Those pregnant moms can be intense.”
“It’s the hormones…you’ll see. One of these days,” she added. “Thanks again for lunch,” she said to both Phoebe and Dana.
“No problem,” Dana replied. She rose along with Lucy and helped Phoebe clear the table while Maggie headed for the front of the store to help her expectant knitting student.
It was also time for Dana to return to her office. Lucy was walking home, so they left together and headed up Main Street.
Dana tied the belt on her long wool coat and flipped her scarf over her shoulder. Lucy remembered when Dana had made the scarf, back in the fall, working cream, brown, and yellow ribbon yarn into thick stripes. A matching hat was pulled down low over her brow, her pretty face framed by brown, shoulder-length hair.
“How’s your work going, Lucy? At least I have appointments to keep me on track. Have you been able to get anything done in the past few days?”
“Just barely,” Lucy admitted. “I’m mostly on the night shift these days.”
“Sounds tough…and tough on your social life,” Dana added.
Lucy shrugged. “No problem, since I don’t have one. Though I did dodge a setup from my sister Ellen this weekend, thank goodness. One of her dinner parties. The last one was just about as much fun as Amanda’s funeral. And the guy she made me meet—some investment banker or something like that—he was…well, not my type.”
Dana smiled and shook her head. “Was he good-looking at least?”
“Ellen thought so. I thought he looked like a pro golfer.” Lucy shrugged. “Just one woman’s opinion.”
“I think I remember that episode.” Dana laughed. “At least you have a sense of humor about it.”
“Barely,” Lucy admitted.
They had reached the building where
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