Chapter 40
Once we arrive at the house. I pull in beside her husband's Mercedes. I leave enough room so I can work without threat of touching, denting, or scratching his car. The garage door closes behind Mrs. Warner, who pauses by the steps leading to her kitchen.
“I appreciate this, ma'am.” I mean it.
“Why don't you let me take your suit jacket into the laundry room to dry. I have a wonderful machine where you hang something up and it's steamed and dried in no time. Honestly, it's wonderful.”
“Thanks.” I toss my outer coat into the backseat, then slip off my jacket, take it to her.
“Meanwhile, let's have a snack and a cup of tea. That should give you a chance for your hair and clothes to dry before you catch pneumonia.”
I look back to the garage and almost say, “But it's heated,” t
