“What were you mumbling about?” Al stood right behind her.
She told him to sit, put two cups of decaf on the table, and took a seat. “I asked you about the meeting with Doc and Mary’s kids. How did it go?”
“Fine, I had everything under control.” Al turned to peek at the sports show. “Why’d you ask?”
He deserves this. “Oh, no reason.” Jan took a bite and waited until she judged the timing right. “I was in the Coffee Cup this afternoon talking to Karen Jensen, when the heirs came in. They sat right behind me, with Gert.”
She stopped talking until Al took his eyes off a touchdown replay and turned to face her. “Gert and the kids were talking about the codicil and their dad’s book. Sounded like Gert had information for them.”
Al stopped in mid-chew and stared at Jan. “How does Gert know about it? Did you hear what she said?”
“Of course not, dear. That would be eavesdropping.” Jan pretended to be engrossed in removing a bit of shell from a shrimp on her plate. Let him steam a little, she thought.
Al watched her warily for a couple of minutes before going back to his meal and the sports news.
Jan was quiet until she served dessert. “Hank at the hardware store asked about the codicil, too.”
Al dropped his fork. “What? This was confidential. I haven’t said a word about it to anyone.” He drummed his fingers on the table, absently staring at the butter dish.
Yeah, never said a word. That’s rich. Complained to anybody who’d listen! “I might be able to learn what’s going on, if you’d tell me a little more about the codicil and Doc’s book.”
Al seemed lost in thought. “I wonder what Gert and Hank know?” he muttered. Could be more than I do. Doc ate at Gert’s, and he played cards with Hank.”
Jan coughed, cleared her throat, and waited. Rolling pin? Frying pan? Do I have to hit him upside the head to be noticed?
“Oh, sorry, dear.” Al paused and glanced around the table. “Hmmm, ah . . . yes, please,” and held out his empty coffee cup.
Rolling pin, hell. Meat Cleaver. Jan gritted her teeth and repeated her request for information as she poured the coffee.
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