Howard, noticing Cathy’s face as she gazed at the photo, asked, “Is something wrong?”
She didn’t want to tell him what she’d seen just yet. She handed him back his cell. “Nothing. I’m surprised you got so many shots during the wake.”
“I took them discreetly. I tried not to make people notice.”
Now that she’d found a connection between Bodkin and Marjorie MaGregor, Cathy was eager to follow it up. “You should go. Gran will be waiting.”
Howard nodded. “I know. She’ll be biting the table with hunger if I’m not on time. Remember to let me know what happens when you speak with Sangria.”
Cathy felt the same apprehension about Howard recruiting her for his agency. Although she’d grown to recognize the sleuth inside her after Maggie Broom’s murder, she preferred to work alone with no pressure
