Fortified by David’s presence and Ruby’s soup, Concordia was feeling more like herself by the time Capshaw knocked on the parlor door, his hat under his arm.
“Come in, lieutenant,” David said, pulling up a chair.
“Would you care for some tea?” Concordia asked, starting to get up.
Capshaw motioned her back. “Mrs. Hitchcock has already given me an ample supply, thank you all the same.” He shook his head. “I wish you had told me about Mrs. Sanbourne, miss.”
Concordia stared at her hands. “I wanted to.”
“So Mr. Maynard says.” Capshaw c****d his head. “Though he did not mention how you learned of it.”
She felt the hot flush rise to her cheeks. “Um, well, I went through his desk.”
Capshaw shook his head. “Your association with Miss Hamilton has rubbed off on you.”
David chuckled. “Concor
