Page 71 of Over the Edge

“I know. I’ve been there. I’m surprisedyouhave.”

“One of my sisters wanted to go to afternoon tea for her birthday.” Otherwise he’d never have ventured inside. But they’d had heartier fare in the display cases up front, which had been more his style than the bite-sized delicacies he’d shared with his sisters. And there’d been a few guys in that section of the shop.

“Ah. Mystery solved.” She took another sip of her java. “Your star witness ought to appreciate the traditional British tea fare, given her profession.”

How much of their conversation had she overheard?

“We’re not going to tea. She’s in that neighborhood, and she has more information to pass on. It was a convenient meeting place.”

“She couldn’t share this information by phone?”

“Bad connection.”

“Uh-huh.”

He jingled his keys. “If what she’s got is about the Robertson case, I’m not waiting until she has better cell service to find out.”

“I agree we could use a break on that one. And I hope this rendezvous has a more definitive outcome than the lake situation. Of course, if nothing else you’ll be able to enjoy a treat.”

“True. They have great scones. Or I may get something heartier and call it lunch.”

Cate’s lips twitched. “I wasn’t referring to food.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He planted his fists on his hips and gave her his most intimidating interrogator glower.

It had zero impact. “You’re the detective. Figure it out.”

“You know what? You’re as bad as my sisters.”

“I’ve met your sisters. I’ll take that as a compliment. Good luck today—on all fronts.” She lifted her coffee again and sauntered out of the break room.

He mashed his lips together as she disappeared into the hall.

Insinuations about his interest in Lindsey were getting old. From CateandBri.

But he ought to let them roll off his back. Until the Robertson case concluded, his dealings with Lindsey would remain professional—except for whatever explanation he was going to give her about Clair.

A subject that deserved his full and undivided attention during the drive downtown.

Unfortunately, he was no closer to figuring out a game plan twenty minutes later as he pulled up on the side street beside the tearoom and parallel parked behind Lindsey’s Focus.

He’d have to wing it and hope for a burst of eloquence when an opening came up to broach the subject.

Inside the door he paused to scan the shop.

Lindsey had claimed a table for two in the corner of the front window, and at this late-morning hour they had the dining area almost to themselves. The only other customer was seated much closer to the display counter, giving them privacy.

Ideal for the conversation they were about to have.

Lindsey raised a hand in greeting, and he moved across the room to join her.

“Have you been here long?” He stopped beside the table.

“About ten minutes. I ordered a pot of the house blend. I hope that’s okay.”

“Fine. What can I get you to eat?”

“I have a piece of shortbread coming. All of their sweets are excellent, but if you’re in the mood for more substantial food, I can recommend the Cornish pasty or sausage roll. The scones are delicious too.”

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