Patricia snorted again. “Omigod, not that Marla Korman. I’m so glad she left. Talking to her is like putting your conversation in the Denver Post.”
“Well, I wouldn’t go that far—”
Tom poked his head in the kitchen. “You gonna be here for a while, Patricia?” he asked mildly. “I’ve got some calls to make, and then I’ll be out.”
Patricia sniffled. “Yes, I’ll be here. Goldy’s cooking and I’m helping.”
Tom retreated from the kitchen and, without missing a beat, went back to talking on his cell. I wanted to tell Patricia that she wasn’t helping; she was impeding my progress. But I couldn’t deny I wanted to hear what she knew about Drew Wellington and his many enemies. I also was getting very worried about Patricia’s emotional state. She’d had a huge shock and seemed on the edge of breaking d
