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"She's right," I confirmed, "but that's the second thing we don't know. We don't know how all these incidents are related." |
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For the last several minutes, Madden had been in the pacing mode. He was walking around the room, checking on the progress of the storm, checking on Brenda, pouring more coffee. Finally he lowered his bulk in the chair next to mine. "Weird thing about this is I ain't seen anything different goin' on around here. I haven't noticed anyone or anything." |
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"Me neither," Caleb confessed, "but then I'm pretty well tied up all day down at the slip. By the time I get home of an evenin', the old village is pretty well buttoned up for the night. Outside of a couple of fishermen that've been hangin' around for the past week or so, there ain't nobody new in town." |
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"What about the Austin woman?" Harlan grunted. |
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Jake looked up. "What about her?" |
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"Weird old gal," Harlan assessed. "I see her comin' and goin' at all hours of the day and night. Seems awful busy for a widow lady." |
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Jake slumped back in his chair, neither frowning nor smiling. He looked at me as though the Austin woman needed some sort of explanation. "Chambers Bay is small enough that everybody knows what everybody else is doin'. The old lady Harlan is talkin' about is a widow woman. Gotta be |
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