Chapter 11
Alan got lucky. When he entered Bannock’s, fifteen minutes after leaving the precinct house, Mazie was walking by the hostess stand. He immediately buttonholed her, saying excitedly, “You’ll never guess what happened.”
She grinned. “You and Jim have a date.”
“Yes! Tonight. We’re going dancing.”
“Come tell me all about it,” she replied. When Logan, who was hosting, frowned, she patted his arm. “I have an empty table for two. Just act as if he’s next on the list. Who’s going to know?” Without waiting for a reply, she led the way to what had been Alan’s regular spot before he switched to sitting in Jim’s section.
“I thought he only worked weekends,” Alan said.
“Nope. He’s here Tuesdays and Thursdays, too.”
Although she was busy, since it was lunch hour, she managed to find t
