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“I don’t intend to.”
“Knock, knock.”
They both looked over to find a young resident, presumably Dr. Samuels, in a white jacket and looking concerned.
“There was a car accident?” Dr. Samuels said.
“Not a car accident per se,” Theodosia said.
“But definitely a sort of accident,” Drayton said. “This dear girl desperately needs to have some bits of glass removed from her scalp.”
“Ouch,” Dr. Samuels said. “Better grab my forceps.”
***
When Theodosia finally arrived home, after dropping Drayton off and assuring him she was definitely okay, her phone was ringing off the hook.
Oh dear, she thought as she picked it up. It’s probably Riley again.
It was Riley again.
“Theo,” he said. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. You didn’t answer your cell phone.”
For a quick, uncomfortable moment she was afraid Riley had found out about her car getting blasted tonight. And about her trip to the ER. But no, he’d just called to talk.
“Where were you?” he asked. But in an interested, casual way.
“Drayton and I decided to go to an art auction at the Arts Alliance over on Bay Street,” she said without hesitation. Earl Grey looked up at her, from where he lounged on his kitchen dog bed, as if to say, That’s the only place you went?
“What kind of art auction?”
“All sorts of different media. Painting, sculpture, pottery... it was the Arts Alliance’s annual fundraiser.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“It turned out to be a blast,” Theodosia said. In more ways than one.
“Great.”
“Drayton even put a bid in on a teapot.” No way was she going to tell Riley about seeing Booker, going to Booker’s home, and getting shot at. “What have you been up to?”
“Mostly work. On the Claxton case and a couple of others. Oh, I have some interesting news. The police lab came up with an analysis of the contents of the fogger can.”
“I heard. Tidwell dropped by the tea shop today.”
“Doesn’t surprise me,” Riley said.
“So has the toxicology report led anywhere?”
“Not yet, but we’re still hopeful.” Riley paused, then yawned. “I was supposed to attend Claxton’s funeral tomorrow, but now I’ve been pulled off that. Got to check out a print shop where the two owners are suspected of forging fifty-dollar bills.”
“Isn’t the Treasury Department supposed to handle things like that?”
“Only if we find sufficient evidence. Then we turn the whole ball of wax over to them.” He yawned again.
“You sound tired.”
“I’m beat,” Riley said. “Time to ring off and hit the hay. Don’t forget, we have a dinner date tomorrow.”
