When Cathy and Florence left the Kafe, Fran gave them a brief wave without her usual smile.
“That’s odd,” Cathy remarked. “Do you think we asked too many questions? Fran seems upset with us.”
“Catherine, your imagination runs away with you sometimes. She’s just getting busy.” A group of people had entered the Kafe as they’d finished lunch.
Cathy nodded. “Maybe you’re right.” But she still wanted to talk to Melody. It was only one o’clock. There were two hours before the girl came to work. She dropped her grandmother home and told her she had a few errands to run and would see her later.
“I hope you’re not snooping around. Leave your professor’s murder investigation to Howard and Leroy.”
“Gran, I promise I won’t do anything reckless or put myself in danger.”
“The problem, dear, is tha
