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warning.”
    “Exactly!” I exclaimed. “Like we would be screwing something up!”
    May nodded as she leaned forward once more and took my face again in her hands.
    “Like we would be ruining our friendship.”
     
    ***
     
    I sat up in bed with a start, the neon segments on the clock reminding me it was once again 5:30.
    I rubbed my eyes as I went over the dream in my mind. Why did May keep popping up in my head?
    I shook it off as I remembered that I was driving to Indianapolis that morning to go through Tom’s office. I jumped up and headed downstairs to get the coffee going.
    Calvin Forester’s office had taken me all day yesterday to get through, even though I had no idea if I had found anything. Although I expected Tom Lassiter’s office to take much less time, I had a two-hour drive each way so I wanted to get an early start.
    “Hi,” I heard behind me as I poured the water in the coffee maker. Turning, I saw that Abby was standing there in her bathrobe, her hair a mess and her eyes puffy.
    I never tired of greeting my daughter at the start of a new day.
    Giving her a hug, I asked if she wanted anything for breakfast.
    “I’ll just make some cereal,” she barely mumbled as she sat down at the table. “After a cup of coffee first.”
    “Nate here?” I asked as I reached for a third cup.
    “No, he went home, he has to give a deposition or something early and wanted to get some sleep.”
    I smiled at my daughter’s inadvertent admission, suspecting that neither of them got much sleep when they were together.
    “How did it go yesterday?” I asked, having missed talking to her the night before.
    “Not bad I guess,” she said a little more energetically as I sat a cup in front of her. “We’ve got a pretty good idea now of what to look for. Preacher is going to head over to Kentucky today to look into Mr. Hamilton’s estate, while I hit Cincinnati to check out Larry Callestrano’s. We’ll see if anything turns up I guess, although we didn’t find anything unusual in Mr. Forrester’s estate; except of course, that it was quite extensive.”
    I nodded understanding as I sat down with my cup. “He was quite the successful man.”
    “I’ll say,” Abby said between sips, “His widow is quite well off.” I noticed a gleam in my daughter’s eye before the next sentence escaped her lips. “You should hook up with her!”
    She giggled as I nearly spit out my coffee.
    “Where did that come from?” I asked in surprise.
    “I’ve seen pictures of her,” she gleamed, “She’s hot, besides being rich. You’re not a bad looking man yourself, and you guys used to date, right?”
    “Don’t worry about me,” I stated as I went to get more coffee, ruffling her hair as I went by. “Raven Forrester was a long time ago,” I said nonchalantly as I thought back to my reactions of yesterday. “She’s just a client now,” I half lied.
    “Whatever,” she said with assurance, “You could do worse is all I’m saying.”
    “I’m heading up to Indy today,” I piped in, hoping for a change of subject.
    “Ah, another old flame,” Abby said with a grin.
    She was getting to be quite annoying.
    “Can we stick to the case please my over-imaginative daughter? We have plenty to worry about without creating a love life for me.”
    Abby didn’t relinquish her grin, but she did acknowledge my request with an, “Ok dad.”
    “I’ll probably be gone most of the day, maybe all of it if I find something pertinent. Either way, I think it might be a good idea for all of us to meet here tomorrow morning to see if we have anything that strings together.”
    “Roger that!” Abby spouted off in cop lingo, jumping up and kissing me on the cheek. “I’d better go get ready. Be careful on your drive!”
    I assured her I would as she left the kitchen. Pulling out my thermos, I filled it with the rest of the coffee from the pot and headed out to the garage.
    At least I would be driving in relative luxury today,