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“Hi Ro. In a hurry. Gotta go.”

“Not so fast. I need to know if I should tell the restaurant if our new visitor is going to want lunch. The restaurant likes it if they have a heads-up.”

I sighed. I was ninety-nine percent sure what she was saying was bullshit, but on the one percent chance that she was telling the truth, I went over to her.

“Lacy told me about Marlowe’s near miss yesterday. Is she alright?”

“Who’s Lacy?”

“She’s the dispatcher and all around go-to girl at the Sheriff’s office.”

I frowned. “She shouldn’t be telling you that kind of information.”

“Oh, don’t worry Doll, it’s okay. She’s my cousin, once removed. She knows it’s safe with me. Anyway, this isn’t nearly as bad as when Millie, Lisa and little Bella were held hostage. Now that had everyone talking.”

I shook my head.

Really?

“Yes, Marlowe might order lunch,” I admitted. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Sure thing.”

“The safety belt she was wearing did a number on her torso. She needs to be icing every twenty minutes. Can you check in on her?”

“Absolutely. Wanted to size her up, anyway. My Forrest is going to be in her class this year. Wanted to make sure she had the fire to put him in his place when necessary.”

“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.” I grinned. I thought about the way she politely told me off at the restaurant. “She can definitely put Forrest in his place if need be.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Roberta smiled with satisfaction. “But I’ll be checking in on her. When are you going to be back?”

“About fourteen hundred hours.”

“Say what?”

“About two o’clock.”

“Gotcha.”