In the noisy newsroom, Claire hung her coat on the rack and went to her desk. She was leafing through the assignments that had sprouted in her absence when Dudley appeared.
"How"d it go with the grieving widow?" her boss asked.
Claire sighed. "It went differently than I expected. I did learn a few things. Bernie was one of the silent partners in Tindari. But mostly I just found new avenues to pursue."
"Ready to call it quits, are you?" Dudley asked, grinning.
"No, sir. In fact, I"m even more intrigued."
He rolled his hand in a come along gesture.
"For one, I wouldn"t call Mrs. Caruso a sad, grieving widow," Claire began.
She explained what she had learned and what Peterson had discovered in the den.
"I"m thinking," she went on. "It"s not a matter of finding who popped Bernie but tr
