Page 78 of A Matter of Time

“The new typist is a hundred and twenty years old,” he muttered.

I smiled wide. “Well, that makes sense.”

“I guess,” he replied, arm around the back of my chair. “Are you safe at the detective’s place?”

“Yes.”

“You’re certain?”

“Positive.”

“All right.”

After a while I tapped his shoulder gently.

“What?”

“May I speak to you a second?”

“About?”

“Caleb Reid.”

“What about him?” he asked casually, but I could tell from the look in the dark eyes that I was in trouble.

“I think you should do what he wants and go see them.”

“I think you chose this setting to broach this subject with me because you knew I couldn’t kill you in public,” he said pointedly.

“I think you’re right.”

He smiled and turned so he was facing me. “And when did you become informed of the specifics of this situation?”

“Last night. I had dinner with him.”

“And you spoke to him after you said you wouldn’t?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because it was about you, and you know I had to know.”

“All right.”

“So I’ll go with you.”

“Go where?” Kensie asked from the other side of him.

“Oh you will, will you?” he asked me, completely ignoring her.

“You know I will.”

“It’s far from here.”

“I know. Texas. I can go there.”

“And Detective Kage would think what about that?”