Chapter Twenty-SevenSomewhat to Lydia’s amazement, Dave followed her instructions.
She informed Leo and Dinah she was taking a short break, and followed Dave and Edgar to the blue booth in the far corner. Good choice: the nearest customers were three tables away, deep in a discussion about bass fishing.
Edgar set down his mug and book and scooted in with his back toward the room. Dave slid in across from him, against the wall. Lydia sat a safe foot away from Dave. From here she could watch Edgar’s face and still keep an eye on the restaurant.
“Thanks for doing this.”
“Not at all.” Edgar spoke with his customary graciousness, but his eyes were on the window. Already plotting his escape?
“Did you see Detective Wills? What did she say? Are they getting anywhere?”
One of Edgar’s cumulus-
