“Is your Arthur coming to the party, Miss Theo?” Luci looked up from her list as the two detectives entered.
Mickey pulled out his notebook and flipped it open, wondering if Miss Theo’s Arthur was one of the three on his list.
“He’s looking forward to it, dear. Since his surgery he can’t burp or vomit, but he can eat cake again.”
“As long as he can do the important stuff.” Luci made a small note on her list, then looked at Miss Weena. “What about your Arthur?”
“He said he was coming before he left,” Miss Weena said, taking her admiring gaze off Delaney for a brief instant.
“Did he say where he was going?” Mickey asked.
“He might have,” Miss Weena said, inching closer to Delaney and smiling up into his face. “I’ve never been that good with geology.”
Delaney inched away from her. “Is
