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happened,” Paul reminded him. “This can’t be coincidence.”
There was a knock on the kitchen door that Shakespeare responded to, glad to have a chance to run for it. Peggy answered and found Millie waiting there with Hunter.
“Anyone call for a lawyer?” Hunter asked with a grin.
“I might know a few people who need one,” Peggy responded with a smile. “Come on inside and join the party.”
It was getting late. Peggy ordered pizza for her group of strategists. They’d spread out in the dining room around the big antique oak table as they planned their next move.
“We should definitely pay a visit to Stewart’s Fur Shop,” Al said. “Hager has the box and the coat. He’ll try to get the information for the customer who sent it to Nita Honohan. They’ll be focused on Paul’s name and credit card information. We need to take a look at everything the shop has for that day. I’m thinking Mary Hood’s name isn’t on that list, but someone else who bought one of those minks is.”
“What will we do when we get the information?” Selena asked. “We can’t arrest anyone.”
“No,” Sam agreed. “But we can step on them.”
Paul and Al both frowned at him.
“What? Maybe this is someone trying to get to Peggy, but my part of the business is hurt by it too, and I’m out there selling my ass off to make up for what this person did.”
“Are you sure there was no one with this woman who ordered plants from you?” Millie asked in a quiet voice.
“No. We were completely alone. It’s not unusual. Most of the bank executives and other professional husbands aren’t interested in what their wives do with the house and yard. Even my best clients—I’ve never met their husbands. The wives have the check books.”
“What about this fake Mary Hood?” Millie wrote down his response in her notebook. “What did she look like? Do you think you could describe her for a sketch artist?”
Sam shrugged. “Sure.”
“But we don’t have a sketch artist,” Mai said.
“Maybe I could help with that.” Selena raised her hand. “I’ve taken art for the last two years. I’m not Rembrandt, but I could do a crude sketch that would give us an idea of who we’re dealing with.”
“Great idea,” Millie said. “Anybody got paper?”
“There should be some in the library.” Paul got to his feet.
Peggy paid the pizza delivery guy at the door. Shakespeare’s big head almost knocked the pizza box out of her hands as she turned around. Her cell phone rang, and she put the boxes on the kitchen table.
“Peggy? It’s Dorothy Beck. They’ve called me back from the seminar, can you believe it? I can’t even get away for two days.”
They both laughed at that, but it was a forced response. Both women knew why she was calling.
“I’m sorry, Peggy, but you can’t work on the Honohan case anymore. Conflict of interest. You know. I have to call Mai as well. You’re both on leave until this is over. I wish it could be different.”
Ferns
These plants reproduce by spores but possess true roots, stems, and complex leaves. These are ancient plants, dating back millions of years, and there are about 12,000 species. We may never know exactly how many species there are because some are lost every day to development in rain forests.
Chapter Eleven
It wasn’t totally a surprise that Dr. Beck had to pull them from the team.
Mai was emotional—she had more to lose than Peggy—and had to leave the room for a few minutes while everyone else ate pizza.
“I guess it goes along with taking me off the case,” Al said. “This pizza is good. Where did it come from?”
“Giovanni’s.” Peggy didn’t feel much like eating either. Working for the ME’s office wasn’t her entire livelihood as it was for Mai. She didn’t have expectations of moving up the ladder as her daughter-in-law did. Mai had hopes of someday taking Dr. Beck’s place.
Still, it was a black mark on her reputation. To be
There was a knock on the kitchen door that Shakespeare responded to, glad to have a chance to run for it. Peggy answered and found Millie waiting there with Hunter.
“Anyone call for a lawyer?” Hunter asked with a grin.
“I might know a few people who need one,” Peggy responded with a smile. “Come on inside and join the party.”
It was getting late. Peggy ordered pizza for her group of strategists. They’d spread out in the dining room around the big antique oak table as they planned their next move.
“We should definitely pay a visit to Stewart’s Fur Shop,” Al said. “Hager has the box and the coat. He’ll try to get the information for the customer who sent it to Nita Honohan. They’ll be focused on Paul’s name and credit card information. We need to take a look at everything the shop has for that day. I’m thinking Mary Hood’s name isn’t on that list, but someone else who bought one of those minks is.”
“What will we do when we get the information?” Selena asked. “We can’t arrest anyone.”
“No,” Sam agreed. “But we can step on them.”
Paul and Al both frowned at him.
“What? Maybe this is someone trying to get to Peggy, but my part of the business is hurt by it too, and I’m out there selling my ass off to make up for what this person did.”
“Are you sure there was no one with this woman who ordered plants from you?” Millie asked in a quiet voice.
“No. We were completely alone. It’s not unusual. Most of the bank executives and other professional husbands aren’t interested in what their wives do with the house and yard. Even my best clients—I’ve never met their husbands. The wives have the check books.”
“What about this fake Mary Hood?” Millie wrote down his response in her notebook. “What did she look like? Do you think you could describe her for a sketch artist?”
Sam shrugged. “Sure.”
“But we don’t have a sketch artist,” Mai said.
“Maybe I could help with that.” Selena raised her hand. “I’ve taken art for the last two years. I’m not Rembrandt, but I could do a crude sketch that would give us an idea of who we’re dealing with.”
“Great idea,” Millie said. “Anybody got paper?”
“There should be some in the library.” Paul got to his feet.
Peggy paid the pizza delivery guy at the door. Shakespeare’s big head almost knocked the pizza box out of her hands as she turned around. Her cell phone rang, and she put the boxes on the kitchen table.
“Peggy? It’s Dorothy Beck. They’ve called me back from the seminar, can you believe it? I can’t even get away for two days.”
They both laughed at that, but it was a forced response. Both women knew why she was calling.
“I’m sorry, Peggy, but you can’t work on the Honohan case anymore. Conflict of interest. You know. I have to call Mai as well. You’re both on leave until this is over. I wish it could be different.”
Ferns
These plants reproduce by spores but possess true roots, stems, and complex leaves. These are ancient plants, dating back millions of years, and there are about 12,000 species. We may never know exactly how many species there are because some are lost every day to development in rain forests.
Chapter Eleven
It wasn’t totally a surprise that Dr. Beck had to pull them from the team.
Mai was emotional—she had more to lose than Peggy—and had to leave the room for a few minutes while everyone else ate pizza.
“I guess it goes along with taking me off the case,” Al said. “This pizza is good. Where did it come from?”
“Giovanni’s.” Peggy didn’t feel much like eating either. Working for the ME’s office wasn’t her entire livelihood as it was for Mai. She didn’t have expectations of moving up the ladder as her daughter-in-law did. Mai had hopes of someday taking Dr. Beck’s place.
Still, it was a black mark on her reputation. To be
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