when she finished caring for her father. Rick had been diagnosed with dementia two years ago.
Most days Emma looked worn-out.
Today she looked amused.
âGood morning, Stanford,â she said. âFinally decided to make your appearance, I see.â
âIâve been checking in all morning, Emma,â he grumbled, snagging one of the cookies that she kept on a plate at the corner of her desk. Charlotteâs doing. She delivered baked goods to the police department and convalescent center once or twice a week.
âLong night?â Emma asked, not even trying to hide her smirk.
âNot any longer than any other night,â he lied.
âThatâs not the way I hear it.â She smiled full out, her gray eyes sparkling with glee. âThe way I hear it, you were up all night listening to your daughter scream.â
âSheâs not my daughter,â he argued, even though he knew it was useless.
âThatâs not what Ida said.â
âWhen did you talk to Ida?â
âWhen she and the historical society showed up with donations. One of the ladies saw poor little Zuzu sitting in Charlotteâs station wagon dressed in nothing more than faded footy pajamas, and it was obvious she was in desperate need. She decided then and there that they needed to take up a collection.â
âPlease tell me youâre kidding.â He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to hold on to his temper. This wasnât Emmaâs fault. It wasnât Zuzuâs fault. It wasnât the historical societyâs fault or Idaâs or whichever one of her cronies had made the decision to take up a collection. It was Morganâs. The lying, schemingâ
âIâm not. Thereâs a two-foot pile of clothes sitting on your desk. I would have told Charlotte about it when she dropped off the cookies, but she didnât come in.â
âShe left cookies,â he pointed out as he snagged another one. Some fancy little thing with fruit jelly in the middle and white frosting on the top.
âZimmerman Beck left the cookies. He also left a message.â
âI guess youâre going to tell me what it was?â
âHe says Gertrude McKenzie is growing pot in her greenhouse. He knows that the state just legalized the use of it, but heâs sure that she needs a license to grow and distribute it. Plus he doesnât want the kind of riffraff in the neighborhood that heâs sure her little operation is going to attract. He wants you to cut off the greenhouse lock and check the situation out.â
âIâm sure he does.â Zim had a habit of seeing trouble where there wasnât any. Heâd caused his own trouble the previous year, and that had kept him quiet for a while. Apparently he was back to his old habits.
âAre you going to check it out? Because if you donât, heâll be back. Again and again and again.â
âTrust me, I know. And Iâm not in the mood to deal with him. Give him a call and tell him Iâll be out there this evening, will you?â
âNo problem.â
âAnd if any historical society ladies stop by with donations while Iâm here, donât send them back to my office. I have work to do, and I donât want to be interrupted.â
âUh-huh,â she responded.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â he demanded. He wasnât in the mood for games, and he wasnât in the mood for gossip.
âWhy does it have to mean anything?â
âBecause youâre looking at me like you know a juicy secret that youâre just dying to share.â
âYouâre the one with the mysterious kid that no one in town has ever seen or heard of. Not me. So Iâd say youâre the one with the secrets. Can I help it if I want to know what they are?â
âZuzu is not mysterious. Sheâs my exâs kid. Morgan dropped her off at my place last night. She
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