Remember When

had it when he walked out again.
    That left two possibilities: Willy had stashed it in the shop without Laine knowing. Or Daddy's little girl was telling fibs.
    Either way, he had to find out.
    His first stop would be a quiet little search of his darling daughter's commercial enterprise.
    ***
    Max found Laine in her home office working some sort of design onto graph paper. She had several tiny cutouts lined up on her desk. After a minute's study he recognized them as paper furniture.
    "Is this like an adult version of a doll house?"
    "In a way. It's my house, room by room." She tapped a stack of graph paper. "I'm going to have to replace some of my pieces, so I've made scale models of some of the things I have in stock that might work. Now I'm seeing if they do, and how I might arrange them if I bring them home."
    He stared another moment. "I'm wondering how anyone that careful about picking out a sofa ended up engaged to me."
    "Who says I didn't make a scale model of you, then try it out in different scenarios?"
    "Huh."
    "Besides, I don't love a sofa. I like and admire it, and am always willing to part with it for the right price. I'm keeping you."
    "Took you a minute to think that one out, but I like it." He leaned on the corner of the desk.
    "Looks like I've located Crew's ex-wife and kid. Got a line on them in Ohio, a suburb of Columbus."
    "You think she knows something?"
    "I have to speculate Crew would have some interest in his son. Wouldn't a man like that see an offspring, particularly a male offspring, as a kind of possession? The wife's different, she's just a woman, and easily replaced."
    "Really?"
    "From Crew's point of view. From mine, when you're lucky enough to find the right woman, she's irreplaceable."
    "Took you a minute, but I like it."
    "The other thing is, in my line when you pick loose any thread, you keep tugging until it leads to something or falls out of the whole. I need to check this out. So, change of plans. I'll be heading to New York first thing in the morning, with the diamonds we have. I'll deliver them personally, then bounce over to Ohio and see if I can finesse anything from the former Mrs. Crew or Junior."
    "How old is Junior?"
    "About seven."
    "Oh, Max, he's just a child."
    "You know the whole thing about little pitchers, big ears? Jesus, Laine," he added when he saw her face. "I'm not going to tune him up. I'm just going to talk to them."
    "If they're divorced, it could be she doesn't want any part of Crew, and doesn't want her son to know what his father is."
    "Doesn't mean the kid doesn't know or that Daddy doesn't drop in now and then. It needs to be checked, Laine. I'll be leaving first thing. If you want to come with me, I'll make the arrangements for both of us."
    She turned back to her graph paper, used the eraser end of a pencil to poke the cutout sofa to a different angle. "You'd move quicker without me."
    "Probably, but not as cheerfully."
    She glanced up. "A quick trip to New York, a flip over to Ohio. Seems like old times, and it's appealing. But I can't. There's work, there's Henry, there's putting this house back together. And I have to practice calling your mother." She turned the pencil around to poke him when he laughed.
    "No comments on the last one, friend, it's how I do things."
    He didn't want to leave her, not even for a day. Part of that, he knew, was the obsessive insanity of new love, but part was worry. "If you came with me, you could call her from wherever, you could leave Henry with the Burgers, close the shop for the day and deal with the house when we get back. You can take your graph paper."
    "You're worried about leaving me while you go do your job. You shouldn't. In fact, you can't. I've been taking care of myself for a very long time, Max. I'm going to keep on taking care of myself after we're married."
    "You won't have a homicidal jewel thief looking in your direction after we're married."
    "You can guarantee that? Go," she said without waiting for his answer. "Do what you do. I'll do what I do. And when you get back..." She ran her hand along his thigh. "We'll do something together."
    "You're trying to distract me. No, wait, you did distract me." He leaned down, kissed her. "How about this? I go do what I do, you stay and do what you do. I'll be back tomorrow night, earlier if I can manage it. Until I'm back, you'll go over and hang with the cop and his wife. You and Henry. You're not staying here alone until this is wrapped. Now, we can fight