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“No need to say sorry. Come on inside. I’ve made tea.”
Andi tilted her head. “How’d you know we were coming?”
“When you get this age, you know everything, Miss Forester.”
Andi looked at Christian. Apparently, she did know everything. Andi smiled. She had a good feeling they just might get a nugget of a clue they desperately needed to move the case forward.
FORTY-EIGHT
CHRISTIAN FOLLOWEDMRS. BASINGERaround her front walk, Andi beside him.
Mrs. Basinger opened her bright blue door front door that she’d painted with bright red and yellow tulips.
“Come in, dears.” She moved to offer them passage. “Have a seat in the front room and I’ll get us some tea.”
“That’s kind but not necessary, Mrs. Basinger,” Christian said.
She turned on him, her face pinched in an expression of scolding. “What do I keep telling you, young man?”
“Sarah,” he said with a nod.
“Better.” She smiled, then turned toward her kitchen, her multicolored yoga pants and bright purple shirt bringing a smile to his lips. So full of life and character.
Andi sat on the loveseat facing the front window, sunlight spilling through the upper panes as the still-cool wind danced through the open lower screen.
He strode over and took a seat beside her.
“Now,” Sarah said, carrying a wobbling tray toward the coffee table in front of them.
He hopped to his feet.
“Don’t you dare,” she said before he could take a step.
“I was just going to help.”
“And I appreciate it,” Sarah said, “but I’m perfectly capable.”
He hesitated as the tray shook in her hands.
Sarah arched her narrow brows higher, and without another word he sat.
Andi smothered a giggle beside him, and it brought a smile to his face.
“Now,” Sarah said, finally setting the tray on the table. She lifted a sloshing pitcher of tea. “Who would like a glass?”
“I’d love one. Thank you,” Andi said, and Christian followed suit.
Once they both had a drink and a biscochito cookie in hand, Sarah took a seat in the armchair across from them.
“How can I be of help?” she asked. “I heard you two are investigating the heist sprees going on.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Christian cleared his throat at Sarah’s disapproving glance. “Sarah.”
“Could you tell us about the gala?” Andi asked.
“What about the gala, specifically?”
“She likes questions to be specific and concise,” he whispered under his breath to Andi.
