Chapter Twenty-SixMudge was satisfactorily shocked to hear about Dinah and Lydia’s brush with death, as Dinah called it. So were the Back End’s early-morning customers. Lydia, recalling Helen Wills’s warning, wondered if Dinah was pushing her (or their) luck. Just when she hoped the story had finished its rounds, Leo came downstairs, and loudly threatened to fire them both for telling the whole restaurant before him.
A couple of regulars at the counter reported nothing in the Cape Cod Times about gunfire at the nature preserve. Dinah speculated, with relish, that the cops were keeping a lid on it.
“Is this for real?” Mudge murmured to Lydia as she passed the register.
“Oh, yeah. I mean—were they really gunshots? Who knows?”
“Who was doing it in the bushes?” On that point Dinah had stoo
