He knew how to move people from one place to another.
"Let's do lunch, Becca!" Dot called after her.
Becca managed a half wave as Zach hurried them toward the exit. He waited for her to protest, but she didn't say anything until they were standing outside waiting for the car to be brought around.
"That's...odd," she said, staring straight head for several minutes. Then she looked at him and grinned a bit ruefully. "I think Georgy's murder is making me paranoid."
Zach glanced around. It was New Orleans at night, so they weren't alone, but it was New Orleans at night, so it didn't matter. A couple of steps back and they'd be in shadow. He took her arm and drew her slowly out of the entrance lights. Her eyes widened, but she didn't resist.
Maybe she was as curious as he was to find out w
