Francis worried all the way to work. How could he not? He just hoped that his last ditch effort to alleviate the situation would work.
He got to the Grahams’ house just past eight, and of course Henrietta and Charles were already up and about.
“Good morning, dear, did you have a nice day off?” Henrietta asked when he got to the kitchen to make coffee for himself.
“Yes, very much so. I’m worried about Mark, though,” he said, because she’d know something was bothering him and he couldn’t have that happen.
“Oh, what’s wrong with our favorite deputy?” She turned to look at him, and he realized she was readying ingredients for breakfast.
“Let me do that and you sit down. Where’s Charles?”
“He’s reading in the den, I promised him breakfast in the chair. He’s a bit wobbly this morning.” She
