Mickey hadn’t expected the interview to go well, but he’d thought it would go. Somehow the tables had been turned. He shuffled his feet and avoided Miss Theo’s gaze. “Your cake, ma’am?”
Delaney rubbed his temple like it pained him. Maybe he won’t be so quick to espouse the cause of eccentrics, Mickey thought with perverse satisfaction. He lowered his head when Miss Theo gave him a severe look.
“My cake. Which has mysteriously disappeared.”
“Oh. That cake.” He gave Delaney a help me look.
He squared his shoulders and stepped into the line of fire. “I’ll dust my men for crumbs, ma’am, but I’m afraid we may have to wait for weight change to find the perpetrator.”
Her smile took them both by surprise and was potent enough to remind Mickey of Luci.
“I can see why Gracie likes you.” Miss W
