pondered the likelihood of finding the figurine. âHow long do I have to try to find it?â
âUntil Sunday at three oâclock. Will you agree to be at the thrift shop at nine tomorrow morning?â
Peter gave us a puzzled look as he came out to the terrace. âWhatâre you going to do at the thrift shop, Caron? Volunteer?â
âAbsolutely,â Inez said. âNow that schoolâs started, we donât have time to volunteer at the Literacy Council. I need to pad my college applications for maximum impact.â
âThatâs right,â Caron added. âI may decide to apply to the Sorbonne. I hear theyâre real sticklers about volunteerism.â
âBonne chance,â I said, trying not to laugh.
Peter poured wine into the glasses and sat on a chaise longue. âThis wouldnât have anything to do with my motherâs visit, would it?â
Inezâs eyes widened. âDid she attend the Sorbonne?â
âNot that I recall,â he said. âSo, how was school?â
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The next morning I found a cereal bowl in the sink, indicating Caron had arisen and departed according to schedule. I started coffee, walked down the driveway to the road to collect the newspaper from its box, and was seated at the kitchen island when Peter emerged from the bedroom. Heâd fallen asleep on the sofa shortly after dinner, sparing me any awkward conversations. I wasnât in the mood for any at the momentâor for the next three days.
âShall we go out to the terrace?â I asked. âIâll bring muffins and jam.â
âIâm thinking serious breakfast.â He opened the refrigerator and began pulling out the components for what he considered to be his signature omelet. âYou getting anywhere with your latest murder investigation?â
âMy what?â I said haughtily.
âJorgeson mentioned that you dropped by the PD yesterday while I was in that damn meeting. I asked him for details. When I accessed the Poppoy file, I noticed the address is less than half a mile from the Swift womanâs house. Two burglars, still at large. Have you interviewed her yet?â
âNo,â I said, âand donât bother to tell me to back off. I am not going to let that dreadful weasel throw Sarah to the judicial wolves so he can get elected to the bench. You yourself said heâs bigoted and a male chauvinist. Think how much more damage heâll be able to do if he becomes a judge.â
Peter grinned. âI wasnât going to tell you to back off, my dear. I was going to ask if I can help.â
âOh.â
âCovertly, of course. I canât do anything that could be perceived as undermining the sheriffâs department. We coordinate with them on drug- and alcohol-related cases. The sheriffâs Harvey Dorfer. You met him when you got caught up in the pet theft business.â
Distasteful memories came back like the miasma of pungent cigar smoke that had emanated from his stubby butts. Sheriff Dorfer had been more than testy when Iâd attempted to assist in his so-called investigation, and heâd ordered a deputy to arrest me for a variety of petty missteps, including harboring a fugitive. Peterâs intervention and my success in identifying the perp had led to a truce of sorts. âOh, yes, and we did not hit it off. I remember thinking he was ineffectual.â
âHeâs a politician, so heâs careful. Stereotypic good olâ boy, but sharp. He has to be to deal with all the crazies in Stump County. Crime and violence are common in some of those little towns in the backwoods.â
âMoonshiners?â
He began to crack eggs into a bowl. âMorons blowing themselves up while cooking meth in their kitchens. Nobody would care if they went off to shacks to do it, but itâs always at home, often with children in the next room. Whereâs the