Chapter 17: UnravelingOnly Tony, thought Lydia, would try to parlay being a murder suspect into a step up the career ladder. Mudge guffawed. Tony erupted from his stool, and Mudge scooted out the door. Bye! He'd promised Rosalie he'd come back for the muffin baskets and maybe go sailing.
Tony's fist pounded the counter, rattling the condiments. Lydia was debating whether to hide in the ladies' room or grab the toastrack and run when the front door banged again. "Yoo-hoo!"
"In here," Tony snarled.
Edgar Rowdey ambled inside, a lanky white-bearded sunbeam in his familiar blue shirt and khaki shorts. "Mudge is in an awful hurry," he observed. "Were you two tormenting him?"
"I wasn't," Lydia said.
"Lock the door behind you," Tony growled.
"It's warming up," said Edgar. "Indian summer all
