this. When Matthew tries to talk some sense into you, will you please take his advice? One of these days, Della, youâre going to find yourself in real trouble.â
âDonât worry, Mom. I have no intention of getting involved in a murder case.â
The long sigh at the other end of the line told me she didnât believe a word Iâd just said. Truth be told, she had a right to her skepticismânot that I was actually planning anything, at least not until I had a suspect. All at once, it occurred to me that I did have a suspect. Bruce Doherty and Helen had argued at the party. Of course, I was stretching a bit here, but seeing as he was engaged to Marnie, wasnât it my duty as a friend to look into the background of this man? All for Marnieâs sake, of course. The best part was that I could keep my hands clean, if I could convince Matthew to investigate the man. Hmm. That idea might be worthexploring. With his police connections, it would be easy as pie for him. Before teaching criminology, Matthew used to work with the FBI. When he moved here, it didnât take long for the local police department to hear about his experience and start asking for his help on some of the more complex cases.
âDella? You still there?â My motherâs voice brought me back.
âSorry, my mind was wandering. Oh, will you look at the time?â I said. âMatthew will be here any minute and Iâm far from ready.â Another fib. Why did I always find myself lying to my mother? I was a bad, bad daughter.
âI hope youâre wearing a dress. Men like to see women in dresses.â
âYes, I am.â
âAnd I hope youâre wearing makeup. Sometimes you donât wear enough eye makeup.â
âI do my makeup very nicely; thank you.â
âAnd make sure to do some listening for a change. Donât hog the conversation all night. Let him put in a word now and then.â
âIâm hanging up now, Mom. Love you. Bye.â I dropped my phone into my bag, just as the buzzer rang. Winston galloped past me, coming to a screeching halt at the door.
âItâs me.â Matthewâs voice came through the receiver. A moment later, he appeared, carrying two bags of takeout sporting the mountain-range logo of the Longview. He looked drop-deadgorgeous in a plaid shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans.
âDinner for two,â he said, handing me the bags. âSouthern fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and gravy as a main course, and pecan pie for dessert.â He gazed down at me.
âSounds yummy,â I said, tearing my eyes away from his before I lost myself in them. âAfter all those calories, Iâll just have to starve myself for the rest of the week.â
âYouâre in perfect shape. I wouldnât worry about it if I were you.â
He thought I was perfect? I felt a blush rising and turned away. âWould you like red or white?â I asked, leading the way to the kitchen and handing him the bottle opener.
âWhite,â he said.
I opened the fridge, pointing to the bottle inside. âHelp yourself.â I plated the food and carried the dishes to the dining room. And then I lit the single candle Iâd set in the center of the table and dimmed the lights.
âWow. Arenât we being fancy?â
All at once I felt foolish. A second later, when the candle went out. I turned the light back on.
âThatâs much better. Now we can see what weâre eating,â I said. For a moment I thought he looked disappointedâprojection, no doubt.
He cleared his throat. âHelen Dubois, the dead womanâshe was a good friend of Marnieâs, wasnât she?â
âShe was. Marnie put up a good front. She insisted on staying at work all day. But I could tell she was upset. Even the news about your friend agreeing that her flag is worth a fortune barely cheered her up.â
âThatâs