Simon Says Die
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Madison shook her head and sat down in the chair farthest away from him.
Todd closed the door and introduced himself. âIâm sorry you wasted a trip out here. I didnât have your number, Mrs. McKinley, so I couldnât call to cancel.â
âCancel? Is Mr. MacGuffin running late?â Pierce hadnât bothered to sit like Hamilton and Madison. Instead, heâd moved to stand directly behind Madisonâs chair.
âMr. MacGuffin called me late last night,â Todd said. âHe told me heâd made an appointment to speak to Mrs. McKinley this morning, but that he couldnât make it. A family emergency came up and he wonât be back for about a week. He said to offer his apologies.â
âDid he say why he didnât just call me back to tell me?â Madison asked.
âIt was after midnight when he called me. He didnât want to wake you. He had no such worries about waking me.â He covered his mouth and let out a huge yawn. âI was too tired last night to think straight and get your number to save you the trip this morning. Sorry.â
Lieutenant Hamilton rested his forearms on the table. âDid Mr. MacGuffin explain to you why he was meeting Mrs. McKinley in the first place?â
Todd rubbed his jaw, which was covered with whiskers. He obviously hadnât shaved yet this morning. His T-shirt and jeans were wrinkled, as if heâd grabbed them off the floor in his hurry to make it to the restaurant to meet them.
âHe did mention something about some man she was looking for, and that heâd thought heâd seen him, but that he wasnât sure. I think he might have changed his mind after calling you.â
Hamilton let out a loud breath and pushed himself up from his chair. He gave Madison a long look before crossing over by her chair to face Pierce. âNext time, Iâd appreciate it if you could wait until youâre sure you have something before calling. Iâm happy to help, I really am, but Iâm slammed right now. Without some hard evidence about who the shooter is, Iâm pretty much done with this investigation.â
Madison started to rise, but Pierceâs hands were suddenly on the tops of her shoulders, keeping her in her seat.
âSorry to have wasted your time, Lieutenant. Thanks for coming out,â Pierce said.
Hamilton nodded and headed out the door.
Pierce released Madisonâs shoulders.
âWhat was that all about?â She shoved up out of her chair.
âJust keeping you safe.â
âSafe? From Lieutenant Hamilton?â
He gave her a droll look. âFrom yourself.â
She narrowed her eyes at him, but heâd already turned to speak to Todd.
âAre you certain it was your boss on the phone?â Pierce asked.
Todd looked surprised at the question. âIâve been working for him for five years. Yeah, Iâm sure.â
âDid he sound like he was under duress?â
âIf youâre asking if he sounded upset, yeah, sure. His granddaughter is in the hospital. Thatâs why he had to leave. So, yeah, he was upset, with good reason.â He lifted his ring of keys, making them jingle. âSorry you wasted your time, but if thereâs nothing else . . .â
Pierce pulled a business card out of the pocket of his suit and handed it to the other man. âWhen you hear from Mr. MacGuffin again, have him give me a call.â
Madison and Pierce walked down the sidewalk back toward the café. There were so many tourists out already that Pierce and Madison had to step off the sidewalk onto East River Street to get past them. The brick pavers were bumpy and uneven, which was aggravating Madisonâs still healing sprained ankle.
âOuch.â She grabbed for Pierceâs arm as her ankle twisted beneath her on a particularly uneven paver.
âIâve got you.â He grabbed her around the waist.
âHey lady, watch it.â A young man on a bicycle swerved to avoid Madison. He threw back a nasty insult and punctuated it with a hand gesture. He was still laughing when he turned down a side street.
âThat kidâs mom must be so proud,â Madison said.
âI wouldnât call him a kid. And his mother probably gave up trying to tell him what to do several years ago, about the time she kicked him out of the house.â He steadied her on her feet. âAre you okay?â
She gingerly tested
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