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trying to impress Angus,” she said.
“My guess is that Ted is trying to tire Angus out so there won’t be a furry little face between us when we try to cuddle on the couch later.”
“How are you . . . after this morning, I mean?” Sadie asked me.
“I’m okay.” I gathered our trash into a small bag, tied it closed, and placed that bag in another one. “I might not be able to sleep tonight. . . . Hopefully, I won’t see the professor’s face every time I close my eyes. But mainly, I just feel sorry for Dr. Vandehey.”
“What do you think happened?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “For some reason—and maybe it’s nothing more than wishful thinking—I don’t feel that Dr. Vandehey was here to rob the museum. Maybe he was here to prevent the theft . . . or something. I don’t know. I really am grasping at straws. Every instinct I have is telling me that he was a good man caught up in a bad situation.”
Chapter Seven
B oth Ted and Manu were supposed to have been off duty this weekend, but my discovery of Dr. Vandehey in the alley and the museum theft had resulted in everyone at the police department working this Sunday morning. I called Reggie and invited her over for brunch. She said she’d be delighted, and that she’d come over in half an hour.
Before I began cooking, I allowed Angus to go into our fenced backyard for his morning romp. On nice days in the fall, winter, and spring, he enjoyed spending quite a bit of time outside. So far this summer, it had been too hot to let him go out for more than a few minutes except in the early morning and late evening.
After Angus went outside, I washed my hands, slipped on my comic-book-heroine apron, and got down to the business of making brunch. I started with blueberry muffins. While the muffins were baking, I set a cutting board on my blue granite countertop and chopped broccoli and cauliflower to go on the veggie pizza. I then sliced apples, oranges, and kiwi and arranged them on a decorative plate. Once I’d taken the muffins out of the oven and put the pizza in, I made a pitcher of Bellinis and put on a pot of coffee.
I let Angus back in, filled his water bowl, and added a tray of ice cubes. I then refilled the ice tray and put it back ino the freezer. Angus lapped at his water and then retrieved one of the ice cubes and ran off to the hall with it. I could hear him crunching on it as I set the ash square table. Although I didn’t have a formal dining room, the size of my kitchen more than made up for that fact.
I’d just taken the pizza out of the oven when Reggie arrived. She rang the doorbell, and Angus raced to the door ahead of me. He woofed a hearty greeting as I clamped my hand on his collar to restrain him from jumping on Reggie the instant I opened the door.
“You have perfect timing,” I said. “I just put the finishing touches on our meal.”
She looked relaxed and elegant in a white tunic and pants and silver jewelry. She carried a shopping bag. “Something sure smells delicious.” She reached into the bag and handed me a small box of chocolate truffles. “Those are for you. And, of course, I didn’t forget about Angus.” She took out a mint-flavored bone designed to clean his teeth and freshen his breath. “I thought maybe he could use this after brunch.”
I laughed as I took it out of the package and handed it to him. “Or, hopefully, it will keep him busy while we eat.”
Angus took his treasure to the living room while Reggie and I went into the kitchen.
“We’ll never be able to eat all this food,” Reggie said. She picked up a blueberry muffin and inhaled its aroma. “Then again . . .”
“I thought that what we didn’t eat we could save for Manu and Ted. I really hate that they had to work today.”
“Me, too. But that’s the life.” She shrugged. “Had you made special plans for today?”
“We’d just planned to take a drive up the coast,” I said. “It wasn’t a big deal. I
“My guess is that Ted is trying to tire Angus out so there won’t be a furry little face between us when we try to cuddle on the couch later.”
“How are you . . . after this morning, I mean?” Sadie asked me.
“I’m okay.” I gathered our trash into a small bag, tied it closed, and placed that bag in another one. “I might not be able to sleep tonight. . . . Hopefully, I won’t see the professor’s face every time I close my eyes. But mainly, I just feel sorry for Dr. Vandehey.”
“What do you think happened?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “For some reason—and maybe it’s nothing more than wishful thinking—I don’t feel that Dr. Vandehey was here to rob the museum. Maybe he was here to prevent the theft . . . or something. I don’t know. I really am grasping at straws. Every instinct I have is telling me that he was a good man caught up in a bad situation.”
Chapter Seven
B oth Ted and Manu were supposed to have been off duty this weekend, but my discovery of Dr. Vandehey in the alley and the museum theft had resulted in everyone at the police department working this Sunday morning. I called Reggie and invited her over for brunch. She said she’d be delighted, and that she’d come over in half an hour.
Before I began cooking, I allowed Angus to go into our fenced backyard for his morning romp. On nice days in the fall, winter, and spring, he enjoyed spending quite a bit of time outside. So far this summer, it had been too hot to let him go out for more than a few minutes except in the early morning and late evening.
After Angus went outside, I washed my hands, slipped on my comic-book-heroine apron, and got down to the business of making brunch. I started with blueberry muffins. While the muffins were baking, I set a cutting board on my blue granite countertop and chopped broccoli and cauliflower to go on the veggie pizza. I then sliced apples, oranges, and kiwi and arranged them on a decorative plate. Once I’d taken the muffins out of the oven and put the pizza in, I made a pitcher of Bellinis and put on a pot of coffee.
I let Angus back in, filled his water bowl, and added a tray of ice cubes. I then refilled the ice tray and put it back ino the freezer. Angus lapped at his water and then retrieved one of the ice cubes and ran off to the hall with it. I could hear him crunching on it as I set the ash square table. Although I didn’t have a formal dining room, the size of my kitchen more than made up for that fact.
I’d just taken the pizza out of the oven when Reggie arrived. She rang the doorbell, and Angus raced to the door ahead of me. He woofed a hearty greeting as I clamped my hand on his collar to restrain him from jumping on Reggie the instant I opened the door.
“You have perfect timing,” I said. “I just put the finishing touches on our meal.”
She looked relaxed and elegant in a white tunic and pants and silver jewelry. She carried a shopping bag. “Something sure smells delicious.” She reached into the bag and handed me a small box of chocolate truffles. “Those are for you. And, of course, I didn’t forget about Angus.” She took out a mint-flavored bone designed to clean his teeth and freshen his breath. “I thought maybe he could use this after brunch.”
I laughed as I took it out of the package and handed it to him. “Or, hopefully, it will keep him busy while we eat.”
Angus took his treasure to the living room while Reggie and I went into the kitchen.
“We’ll never be able to eat all this food,” Reggie said. She picked up a blueberry muffin and inhaled its aroma. “Then again . . .”
“I thought that what we didn’t eat we could save for Manu and Ted. I really hate that they had to work today.”
“Me, too. But that’s the life.” She shrugged. “Had you made special plans for today?”
“We’d just planned to take a drive up the coast,” I said. “It wasn’t a big deal. I
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