“Near Midland,” Bo replied. “And you?”
“Amity,” Dawna said, testing him.
“Amity! My great granny lives there. Bet we know some of the same folks.”
“My Grandma Oly’d be about the same age as your great granny,” Dawna said.
“I heard that name.” Bo narrowed his eyes, then widened them in triumph. “Short for Iola, right? Your grandma’s Mrs. Burnett! She and Nana bowled in the same league. I was little, she always gave me a quarter for the pinball machine.”
“Homeboy!” Dawna grinned back as the elevator opened on the fourth level. “Got time to talk?”
“Not just now.” Bo headed for the stairway down. “But I get a dinner break at six thirty. Meet me right here, okay?”
“Count on it.” Dawna followed him from the elevator and peeled off at a sharp left to reach her cabin. No luck yet. Bo’s stor
