Mara stood at the front door of the bakery.
Ping waved and walked over to let her in.
“I just wanted to stop by and thank you for your help in getting the lawyer and everything,” she said.
“It was nothing,” Ping said. “After all, I was the one who talked you into going out to the hangar in the first place.”
“I suppose that’s true, but I suspect Special Agent Suter would have found some other pretext for dragging me in if we hadn’t given him that one,” she said. “Where is Sam? I wanted to thank him for what he did in court.”
“He ran down the road determined to get a corn dog.”
“A corn dog?”
“He’s never had one before. You should have seen him with his first pizza. He got very excited when I told him he could eat it with his hands.”
“What a strange kid.”
“He’s—”
“I know. He’s a gre
