CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
“I don’t understand,” I said as we drove toward the diner. “You said you didn’t trust Maureen. Why do you believe her now?”
“I don’t.” He kept his eyes on the road. “but I want to hear what she has to say.”
“What if it’s a trap?”
“Nothing will happen in public.”
I didn’t find that comforting.
As we pulled into the parking lot, I recognized Maureen’s car next to where Rick parked.
“She’s here already. Let’s go, Lauren.”
We found Maureen at a back table with a drink in front of her. “Hello,” she said as we joined her. “Thanks for coming. Have a seat.”
We sat across from her.
“I think you’ll find the information I have of help.”
“Maybe.” Rick crossed his ankles under the table. “We’ll decide that later. Mind if we order dinner first? I’m starved.”
Maureen said,
