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“Don’t be so cynical, Margot,” Phoebe said right before she gulped down the last of her drink, “I told you he was one of the nice ones.”

“Look, Margot,” Anderson said, “since you’re here watching over her, I’ll be on my way.”

“You sure you don’t want to stay for a drink?” Phoebe asked as she stood up. If the alcohol had any effect on her, it didn’t show.

“I think Detective Anderson wouldn’t want to be drinking on the job.”

“She’s right. We’ll talk soon, Phoebe.”

Phoebe smiled. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Anderson left the way he came in and Phoebe headed inside.

“Get your maid’s number while you’re in there,” Margot told her.

“Okay, you sure you don’t want a drink?”

“I’m sure.”

Phoebe returned with a Merry Maids business card with the name ‘Mary’ written on the back with another phone number.

“Be nice, like I said, I like her.”

“No problem. Is he right?”

“Who?”

“Anderson.”

“You mean Harlan?”

“He and I aren’t on a first name basis, but yeah.”

“I’m not in jail, yet. If you worried about me hanging myself or drowning in the pool, you don’t have to. I’ve drank like this for a while now.”

“I can hang out if you don’t want to be alone.”

“But you’re not going to drink with me?”

“No.”

“I’m fine, Margot. In fact, the idea that you’re out there looking for who really killed Tim makes me feel a lot better than you sitting here being a bummer while I tan.”

“Okay, I might go call your maid then. I’ll come by later.”

“Sounds great.”

“If Anderson comes back, call me. He might seem nice, but you can’t trust him.”

“If you say so.”

“I do say so. See you later, Phoebe.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Margot went out to her car and was getting ready to call the maid when she saw Harry Lee had returned her text from the wee hours of the morning.

The text read: Layla’s West at noon.

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