Death of the Office Witch
“She settled him on the couch with a cup of coffee, told Larry to hold all but life-threatening calls, closed the door, and waited for another Laurel and Hardy piano.
He studied her, the coffee, the dried flower arrangement on the coffee table, and seemed to be waiting, too.
“So,” she said finally, hugging her middle and the comfort of the chicken soup for courage, “have you found Mary Ann yet?”
“No,” he said thoughtfully and watched her.
“Well, that’s a relief.”
“You’re relieved she’s still mis...sing?”
“I’m relieved you didn’t find her in her car underwater. I honest to God don’t know what made me say that.”
“Oh, I think you do.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What I came to discuss …” he said slowly and reached into the vase. “Are you aware that your flowers are wired, Miss Greene?”
She looked at the tiny buttonlike thing in his palm, the comfort of the chicken soup slowly draining away. “That’s not a wire.”
“We’ll call it a bug, if you like, but it is a listening device.MoreLess
He studied her, the coffee, the dried flower arrangement on the coffee table, and seemed to be waiting, too.
“So,” she said finally, hugging her middle and the comfort of the chicken soup for courage, “have you found Mary Ann yet?”
“No,” he said thoughtfully and watched her.
“Well, that’s a relief.”
“You’re relieved she’s still mis...sing?”
“I’m relieved you didn’t find her in her car underwater. I honest to God don’t know what made me say that.”
“Oh, I think you do.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What I came to discuss …” he said slowly and reached into the vase. “Are you aware that your flowers are wired, Miss Greene?”
She looked at the tiny buttonlike thing in his palm, the comfort of the chicken soup slowly draining away. “That’s not a wire.”
“We’ll call it a bug, if you like, but it is a listening device.MoreLess
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