“Go f...” Harvey grimaced and watched Sam smiling, chatting, and pouring juice for a child. “Where the hell did she come from? Do youknow?”
“Utah.” Walker bit into his heavenly omelet andignored Harvey’s frustration. Swearing did seem inappropriate around the ethereal MissMoon.
“Salt Lake City is about the only excuse for that air of angelic innocence. Botticelli would have loved her. Hey, Sam, could I have some of thatjuice?”
Sam picked up an empty glass and set it in front of Harvey. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced. Did I see you playing a guitar lastnight?”
“He’s a wandering minstrel,” Walker told her. “Sam, meet Harvey the Loafer. Harvey, this is Samantha the MoonGoddess.”
“Someone got up feeling perky this morning.” She filled Harvey’s glass, then refilled Walker’s cup with the coffee carafe in her otherhand.
“I get to go into Baskerville today, restock my kitchen, and do the laundry,” Walker explained. “Fun day ahead.Can I get you anything while I’m downthere?”
He watched her brow furrow and a cloud of uncertainty cross her face. The woman had secrets. He intended to spend a little of his time ferreting them out. He figured the missing persons file would be on his desk, but he already knew what he’d find in that, and it wasn’tSam.
“Nothing that I know of,” she replied, before hurrying off totake someone’s money at the cashregister.
“Look for Cass,” Harvey said urgently, just as Dinah appeared with hisegg.
Dinah set the plate down and looked as grim as her perpetually cheerful red lips could manage. “Cass is in trouble,” she agreed. “Look where Sam waslast.”
Well, hell, so much for his dayoff.
