Page 97 of One Wrong Move

“You sleep okay?” he asked.

“Not really,” she answered honestly.

“Me either. Too much happening.”

“Too much?” Was he referring to the case or the kiss?

“We have a target on us. And having to constantly cover our backs makes it hard to focus on the case itself.”

“Agreed.” She held her mug with both hands, warmth seeping through the ceramic.

“Let me grab you a roll, and we can go over our day.”

“Sounds good. They smell yummy.”

“They’re just the Pillsbury ones, but I like them.” He plated one for her and set it at the high-top kitchen table.

She took a seat opposite him and took a bite. “Delicious,” she said, licking a streak of icing from her finger. “Where should we start our interviews today?” He knew everyone in town. She knew no one. Best to let him pick the order.

“I think our first interview should be with Sarah Basinger.”

“Okay. Why? I’m good with whatever you think, but just curious why her?”

“Because she was the town librarian for nearly four decades.”

“The town librarian.” She wasn’t tracking the connection. “I’m guessing she was at the gala?”

“Oh yes. She attends every function in town. Knows everyone and everything.”

That explained it. “So she’s the town gossip?”

“In a way, yes,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee.

“In a way?”

“Sarah knows all, and I mean all, but she’s judicious about whoshe shares the snippets of knowledge with. She doesn’t gossip just to gossip. She’s more like a news cable dispensing critical information to those who need it.”

“She sounds interesting,” Andi said before taking another bite of her roll. It melted in her mouth. “These are seriously amazing.”

He smiled. “I’m glad you like them.”

“Sorry for getting off topic. You were telling me about Sarah.”

“She’s a fascinating lady and has done so much. She rafted the Grand Canyon while camping out along the way, hiked the Appalachian Trail—the full trail by herself—and even went skydiving not so long ago.”

“That’s amazing. So if she was the librarian for four decades, how old is she?”

“Eighty-three. She retired about ten years back.”

“Wow, and she still attends every town function?”

“And walks three miles every day. I see her every morning when I’m headed to the office.”

“Since you live so close to Jeopardy Falls and it’s such a cool town, why is your office in Santa Fe? More people, more traffic going by it?”

“Greyson moved the office from Tucson to Santa Fe, and when he sold it to Deckard, he decided he wanted to keep it out of our town, away from our ranch. Some of the people we work for are ...”

He couldn’t be about to say “less than savory,” as she couldn’t picture any of them taking on those types of clients. Not now that she had spent time with them—even Deckard MacLeod, of all people. Funny the difference a day or two could make.

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