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would be someone the community didn't suspect. What better cover than being a 70-year-old widow? Long shot? Leap in logic? Probably, but I've learned that the logic of the ordered and civilized world seldom applies to situations like this. |
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I poured myself a second cup of coffee, thanked Bert for his hospitality and stepped back outside into the fog. I detoured just long enough to try the door to Kelto's unit, but it was locked, so I went on back to number 8. When I got there, B.C. was perched on the edge of the bed with a sheepish look on her face. |
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"Relax," I advised her. "I've had a few bad nightmares myself." |
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She tried to smile, but when the effort fell short, I handed her what was left of the second cup. It took her less than ten seconds to drain it. "Worst night of my life," she muttered. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been here." |
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I wanted to avoid a pity party and the string of time-wasting apologies that are usually part of that libretto. Instead of commenting on her tough night, I sat down 'on the edge of the bed next to her and whipped out my stack of file cards. "It's a new day and we've got things to do. Here's the agenda." I really hadn't thought it out all that well, so I was rapidly scribbling notes as we went through the stack. "We're going to do some checking on our friend |
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