“You make them nervous. If they relax, they might remembersomething.”
Save me fromamateurs.
THE FOUROF THEM were sitting on spotless colonial-style furniture drinking tea out of china cups. A neatly arranged plate of shortbread cookies sat on the dark coffee table, but none of them took one. If they got out of here before the next ice age, Ms. Smith was going to get one hell of anearful.
“Now,” began Cynthia. “Tell us everything you remember about thosemen.”
“Well,” said the wife, “they wore suit jackets. They looked like nicebusinessmen.”
“Height?” Jake asked, knowing it was hopeless, but determined to try and get some useful information over theteacups.
The wife shrugged. “Medium. Everything about them was average, really. Oh, I did notice one thing. One of them had hairyknuckles.”
That should solve the case.“Thank you for your time.” Jake rose, grabbing Cynthia’s elbow to get her on her feet, as well, and the couple rose with him. “If you think of anything at all, please call me. Day or night.” He handed them hiscard.
“Thank you. The tea was lovely,” Cynthia said. She smiled at the old couple as if they’d just solved the FBI’s top tencrimes.
“You’re welcome, dear. It’s so nice to see young people with manners. Shall we call you when those men come back for Mr. Harrison’scar?”
