At the diner, small talk reigned once more, at least for a few minutes. After we’d warmed up and complimented the fries, I brought the subject of Jack up again.
“I debated whether to tell you or not about my knowing Jack. Mainly because I couldn’t really see what difference it would make.”
Maisie reached out and covered my hand with hers. I noticed her nails were bitten to the quick.
“I’m glad you did, Beau. It’s nice to meet someone he knew back in Seattle.” She took on that faraway expression again. “I was so proud of him. Getting his law degree, setting up a whole new life for himself in a city I’d never dreamed of living in. He was supposed to have a really nice condo with a view of the Space Needle.”
She shook her head, and I could see the sadness in her eyes.
“I was supposed to
