“I’ll wait for you, but please don’t stay up late. You’ve got that dinner for Ophelia tomorrow night.”
“I promise not to be later than eleven. And maybe I’ll come join you getting washed up.”
“I’ll tell the guys to take extremely short showers,” he said, chuckling.
First I made myself some decaf espresso. Then I headed to the basement, where I tried to remember where I’d been when Marla and I had last looked at the notes. Once I found that spot, I would have to check carefully to see if Holly had ever mentioned going to a psychiatrist, Warren Broome in particular. Maybe she hadn’t just had a fling with Warren Broome. Maybe it had been something more serious. If that was the case, her heart problems could have been part of their pillow talk. I didn’t remember ever seeing or hearing Warre
