Butââ
âBut what?â
âI have no rightâ¦no right to endanger your life.â
âThe decision is mine. Weâre adultsâadults who love each other. I wonât leave you. Besides, I kind of like whodunits. Solving them, that is.â
Then she was in his arms, breakfast forgotten, and that seemed to end it. Whether he liked it or not, for better or whatever, they were together in thisâand he didnât even know what âthisâ was. He picked her up and carried her the three feet to the bed giving up trying to unbutton any buttons with his left hand. She pulled the Henley over her head, shed panties and bra, and pushed him back on the bed to help him wiggle out of his shorts.
âHey, our friend is back.â
âYeah, I noticed.â And Dan couldnât keep the lopsided grin from spreading ear to ear. âAny ideas about what we should do with him?â
âI think I can come up with a couple.â
Chapter Six
Dan was able to schedule a meeting with First Community Bankâs president for one oâclock Monday afternoon. It seemed the bank stayed open until three on weekdays and until noon on Saturdays. Bankersâ hours. He hadnât run into those in years, and heâd bet there wasnât an ATMâ¦maybe not even a night deposit and definitely not a drive-through. Yeah, Wagon Mound wasnât exactly on the electronic radar. This was going to be a step back in timeâ¦as if meeting Gertie hadnât been one already.
Elaine dropped him off and went back to the boardinghouse to do laundry. He needed to get his own car back and do his own drivingâhe was sure the chauffeuring was getting old. He had no idea how long the interview would take but heâd need to see the area, take pictures, interview helpâ¦itâd been a month, he could only imagine how tired everyone must be of being questioned. And probably very tired of the town gossipâeveryone having a theory about whodunit and whyâ¦he was sure Chet hadnât been the only one with an opinion.
Heâd barely had time to admire the hundred-year-old chandelier in the foyer when a woman who introduced herself as Alice ushered him into an office lacking any customer-friendly touches. No overstuffed leather couches or chairs; no warm carpets or green plants. Some theme of Quaker austerity was being carried out in all wood mission-style benches, tables, and even the deskâthe only grandiose piece of furniture in the room. Huge, chunky, slatted wood along the sidesâand complemented by an ergonomically correct Aeron chair. That had set someone back a thousand or so but good to know the bank prez cared about his posture.
Inventory of the room was interrupted by Alice sticking her head in the door to say that Mr. Woods would be with him in a moment. The moment stretched to five but who was counting? This was a starred interview in his notebook. Not that he expected any breakthrough information, but it might tie up some loose ends.
The first thing that struck Dan when L. Maurice Woodsâwho quickly pointed out that he preferred to be called Lawrenceâfinally strode into the room was how young he looked for being stuck in a one-horse town. And how underdressed the man made him feel. Red-and-blue striped power tie, white shirt, navy suit, black shoes polished to within an inch of their lifeâ¦and a hanky. All this on a lanky frame that screamed basketball for the local high school and not that long agoâcertainly within twenty years or so.
But he was stuffy beyond his years and overly into his positionâcould bank president be that big a deal in the town? Probably. Dan decided later that it was the hanky folded to two-point perfection just peeking out of the pocket that screamed affectation. But then the dress code seemed to spill over to the general workersâthe tellers wore nylons, the janitor wore a bow tie, and the guard on duty had