Like a bad penny that kept reappearing, Wells was waiting on a chair in the lobby of the newspaper building. He rose when Claire came through the revolving door.
"You," she said when he came to her side.
"At your summons." He swept off his fedora and gave her a little bow.
In the excitement of meeting with Anthony, Claire had completely forgotten she had left a note for him at the precinct station.
"Yes, of course, Detective Wells."
"Please call me Peter."
Claire didn"t acknowledge the offer. It was déjà vu, having strolled through this scenario before.
déjà vuWells, like he had done the first time, shrugged off the slight. "The duty officer didn"t tell me why you needed to see me." He grinned. "Looking to admit to a crime?"
"Of course not," Claire huffed. "I wanted to see if there
