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My eyes snapped to the door. Mitzy and Rayna waltzed in with Willem on her hip.
I did not want to sit around and listen to whatever these two had to say.
“Sit, sit,” Mitzy ordered when I tried to stand.
“I’m not in the mood for whatever you two have up your sleeve,” I growled.
“You sure about that?” Rayna sat on the table's edge and bounced Willem in her arms. “Mitzy and I did some searching, and you might like what we found.”
“Find a yard sale the next town over?” I sneered.
Mitzy wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “Uh, no. I’m not a garage sale kind of girl. I’d rather just order what I need online than go traipsing all over the neighborhood.”
Rayna pointed at Mitzy. “Unless we can traipse around the neighborhood with margaritas, and I know I’m going to find the motherload of baby clothes for Willem.”
Mitzy clicked her tongue twice and winked at Rayna. “You’re right. I would be in for that. You get clothes for Willem, and then you can give them to me when he outgrows them.”
“You don’t even know what you’re having yet,” Rayna pointed out.
Mitzy waved her hand. “Doesn’t matter. If it’s a girl, she’ll wear whatever. Girls can wear shirts with bulldozers and rockets, too.”
“Agreed,” Rayna shrugged.
“Is this why you two barged in here?” I asked. “I don’t really think I need to be a part of planning your kid’s wardrobes.”
“Six-Gun wasn’t joking when he warned us you were grumpy,” Rayna laughed.
“And even though he was trying to scare us away, we are here because we know how to get you out of the pickle you are in,” Mitzy sang.
“Pickle?” I drawled. “I’m pretty sure being charged with murder is bigger than a pickle.”
“Have you seen those pickles in the plastic pouches at the gas station? They’re pretty damn big,” Mitzy mused. “They are damn near a meal.”
“How did we go from garage sales to pickles?” I asked.
Rayna waved her hand in the air. “Let’s just forget everything we’ve said. We always seem to go off on a tangent without even trying.”
“You’re just now noticing that?” I laughed.
“We found Imogen,” Mitzy blurted.
Rayna smiled broadly and nodded. “We did! It took a little bit since she moved around a couple of times, but we are sure we know where she is.”
“You did what?” I growled.
“She’s the only person who will be able to help you, Mace,” Mitzy insisted. “Your lawyer took off in a tizzy because you won’t tell her anything about Imogen.”
“You didn’t even tell Pam her name,” Rayna gasped.
“Because Imogen isn’t a common name, Ray. Even if I don’t give her last name, she’ll be easy to find.”
“Have you tried to find her in the past fifteen years?” Mitzy asked. “She wasn’t exactly hiding, but it did take us some digging to find her.”
“You didn’t talk to her, did you?” I demanded. I had told everyone to leave Imogen out of my mess, and they better have listened.
Mitzy pulled a piece of paper from her pocket and slid it across the table to me. “Of course not. Everything you need to know is on that paper.”
“Her name is the same, and she is not married, from what we can tell. She’s lived in Sutter Creek for the past ten years,” Rayna rattled off.
