Deadly Row, A - By Casey Mayes Page 0,29

gushy, and I folded it carefully and put it somewhere safe. If he had any idea that I cherished every note he’d written me over the years, he would have been surprised. He wasn’t all that sentimental, but that was fine. I was sappy enough for both of us.

I glanced at the clock, and I saw that I had half an hour before it was time to meet Lorna for breakfast. I could start a puzzle, but I knew if I did that, I’d never make it downstairs. In my own way, I was as bad as Zach when I was focusing on something.

“LORNA, I’M OVER HERE,” I SAID AS I ROSE FROM MY SEAT. I’d taken a table by the window while I was waiting so I could watch people as they scurried about their business. It amazed me how energetic they all seemed, but I couldn’t imagine any job or errand worth their harried efforts. I loved being a puzzle creator, and not just because of the intellectual challenge each puzzle presented me with. There was a great deal to be said for any job that allowed me to work in my pajamas.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said as she joined me. “I got tied up in traffic. Sometimes I think you and Zach have the right idea. Maybe we should all move to the country and be done with the rat race.”

“Don’t kid yourself. We have problems there, too; they’re just different than the ones you have here.”

After we ordered, she said, “I can’t imagine what rural crime must look like. Certainly it can’t be as exciting as Zach’s job was here.”

“He’s retired,” I said.

“But I heard through the grapevine that he’s working for the police again.”

“Where did you hear that?” I asked her.

“Oh, please; you should know better than anyone that the city’s not that big. I was at a party last night, and I overheard someone say that Davis was in over his head, and he had to call your husband in to help with a case.”

I knew Zach wouldn’t be happy that his presence in Charlotte had already been noticed, but there was no way to lock that particular barn door once the horse had escaped.

“Did you hear what case he was supposed to be working on?”

Lorna grinned. “I was hoping you could tell me.”

“I can’t talk about Zach’s work; I’m sorry.”

After they delivered our breakfasts, she asked coyly, “How about a little hint?”

I suddenly remembered that Lorna’s name was on the police interview list. Would I really be breaking any family rule by discussing a case she was already involved in, no matter how far on the perimeter it might be?

“You were at the Black-Tie Ball this year, weren’t you?”

“You know I never miss it,” she said.

“Think about how I’d know that, Lorna.”

It took her a second, and then her expression widened. “You mean Zach is investigating Hank’s murder?”

“Funny, you didn’t use his last name.”

She waved a hand in the air. “Come on, everybody knows everyone else at those things. Sometimes it feels as though it’s the same party, year after year, with different themes and locales, but all of the same players.”

“You must have known Hank Tristan pretty well.”

She looked curious. “What makes you say that?”

“You danced with him that night, didn’t you?”

“Now you’re making me nervous. Were you and Zach there that night? I didn’t see you.”

“No, but I glanced at the police report yesterday,” I admitted.

“Whew, for a second there I thought you were psychic. Yes, I danced with Hank. What a mistake that was.”

“Why, wasn’t he a good dancer?” I might have sounded a little ditzy, but I was trying really hard to keep our conversation light and airy. If Lorna knew something, she might tell me if I played it right.

Lorna smiled. “No, that wasn’t it. He was marvelous, as a matter of fact. Somehow, Hank managed to dance with most of the women there that night. He was a little tipsy when he got around to asking me, and I thought it might make my date jealous enough to take me a little more seriously.”

“Did it work?”

She grinned at me. “As a matter of fact, it blew up in my face, just like it usually did before I straightened myself out. Peter wasn’t at all pleased with me. Was I actually in the police report? How exciting.”

“I don’t know how thrilling it is to be the subject of a police investigation, no matter how briefly.”

“That’s just because you’re