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  Riley sat back again and didn’t say anything, so she waited. She’d once thought he was a Neanderthal, but not anymore. Now she had a great deal of respect for Riley’s thought processes, or for most of them, anyway.

  “Okay,” he said and sat up again. He picked up the file he’d been holding and handed it to her. “Do this one.”

  Suze took the file and looked at the heading: Check-Out Girl. “This is Becca Johnson, right? She was in yesterday.”

  “What’s she look like?” Riley said. “Give me a description. Detailed.”

  Suze called up the best of her memory of Becca. “She’s about five six, a hundred and thirty pounds, early thirties, African American, brown eyes, brown hair, pretty, nervous, wearing a brown cotton turtleneck and a brown suede jacket from last year’s Bloomingdale’s catalog—maybe the year before, it’s one of their standards—Levi’s jeans, brown Aigner loafers. Her earrings were plain gold loops, but they were real gold. I’d say she has a middle-class income and uses it well. She had a mustard seed necklace, which was very old, so I’d also guess she’s sentimental, romantic, and has a strong religious background although she may not be practicing anymore. She’s not stupid, but that romantic streak could make her vulnerable. Also, she parked in front of the window and she was driving a good-condition Saturn, so she’s practical, and there was an OSU parking tag hanging from her mirror, an A tag, so she’s with the university.” She stopped. “Those A tags run close to four hundred bucks; she must really care about parking.”

  “Anything else?” Riley said, looking a little taken aback.

  “Yes,” Suze said. “Her bag was Coach.”

  “Which means what?”

  “Quality,” Suze said. “Becca and I would get along fine. Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “The Bloomingdale’s thing,” Riley said. “You know what year the jacket was?”

  “Well, yes, but I couldn’t tell you what year the Saturn was.” Suze gestured with the folder. “So I just read this and then what?”

  “She came in yesterday because she finally confronted her boyfriend and he told her his name is Egon Kennedy and he’s from Massachusetts, a distant cousin of the Kennedys. She believes him. We’re skeptical. So we’re checking it out even though she just stopped by to tell Gabe everything is fine.”

  “Okay,” Suze said. “Any advice on how to do this?”

  Riley picked up a yellow legal pad and tossed it to her. “Take notes.”

  She leaned forward and took a pen from his Wile E. Coyote mug, her pulse picking up. “Go ahead,” she said, and he started to talk, and she wrote down everything, stopping him only to ask a question when something wasn’t clear. When he was finished, she said, “My God. You can find out anything about anybody.”

  “And it’s so much easier with the Internet,” he said. “Now go and find out about our boy Randy.”

  Suze nodded and stood up. “Thank you.”

  “Effie, if you can do this, we’ll be thanking you,” Riley said.

  “I can do this,” Suze said.

  “So you don’t like diamonds?” Riley said.

  “No, but I like gold and Armani,” Suze said. “I’m not cheap, I’m discriminating.”

  “Good for you,” Riley said. “Get to work.” She turned to go and he said, “One more thing.”

  “Yes,” she said, turning back, waiting for whatever slam he had ready for her.

  “That little-old-me thing?”

  She nodded.

  “You may use it on other people.”

  “Thank you,” she said and escaped into the outer office before she grinned.

  She was free. She had a chance at a real job. She was going to move, could move tonight if she wanted to, Nell would take her. She picked up the phone directory and looked under “Moving Companies.” “Yes,” she said when somebody answered. “I’d like to arrange for someone to pack a lot of very valuable china. Spode.”

  And then she told them to deliver it to Olivia.

  * * *

  Nell opened the door that night to find Suze standing on her doorstep with three suitcases and a large box full of egg cups.

  “You know that extra bedroom you have?” she said. “Can I have it? I filed for divorce today.”

  Nell opened the door wider. “Come on in. It’s about time you experienced how the other half lives.”

  She put Suze in her bed for the night and curled up on the daybed in the living room with Marlene and her chenille throw since she couldn’t sleep anyway. She missed Gabe, and it wasn’t getting better, and she didn’t know how to fix it. She couldn’t go back to the way—

  Somebody hammered on the door, and for one moment she hoped it was Gabe. She patted a cranky Marlene and put her on the floor in case Gabe was in one of his sweeping moods, knowing that with her luck it was probably Farnsworth, demanding his SugarPie back. Which was only his right, she thought guiltily.

  But when she turned on the porch light and looked through the curtain on the door, it was Jase.

  “What’s wrong?” she said, letting him in. “It must be midnight.”

  “This is me, cracking,” Jase said grimly. “I need jewelry.”

  “What?”

  “Do you still have the engagement ring Dad gave you?”

  Nell blinked at him. “Probably. I think I stuck it in my jewelry box. Why? Oh, no, you’re not—”

  “It’s that or she’ll leave me,” Jase said. “We fought a week ago. She’s not backing down. I’m thinking I can talk her into being engaged until I can graduate and get a job.”

  “Jase, you’re too young—”

  “Mom, I’ve been over this. She wants it now, and she’s serious.” He looked more miserable than Nell had ever seen him. “Don’t give me grief on this. You don’t want the ring anymore anyway.”

  “Neither does she,” Nell said. “It’s a lousy ring. Your dad was really poor when he bought it. Plus, we got divorced. She’s Chloe’s kid, she’s going to believe in karma.”

  “Oh, hell,” Jase said. “Maybe I can get the stone reset.”

  “Jase, a jeweler would have a hard time finding that stone, it’s that tiny.” Nell leaned against the wall and tried to think.

  “Uncle Jack buys Aunt Suze diamonds she never wears,” Jase said, thinking out loud. “Maybe she’d let me buy one from her on time.”

  “More bad karma,” Nell said. “Your Aunt Suze is asleep upstairs. She filed for divorce today.”

  “Great,” Jase said.

  “Okay, okay.” Nell thought faster. “You don’t want Aunt Margie’s diamond from Uncle Stewart, that goes beyond bad. I’m running out of diamonds here.”

  “I’ll sell my car,” Jase said.

  “Jase, you couldn’t get a zirconium for what that car would bring. Are you sure this is a good idea? Because I don’t like it that Lu’s holding you up for jewelry.”

  “She’s not. She doesn’t care about the ring. She wants to get married.”

  “Now?” Nell said, finally comprehending.

  “At last,” Jase said, casting his eyes to the ceiling. “Yes, now. She wants to be Mrs. Jason Dysart.”

  “You’re an infant,” Nell said, really alarmed. “Is she insane?”

  “I’m not an infant, and I want that, too,” Jase said. “Just not right away. I think I should be able to support a wife before I take one.”

  “My God.” Nell pulled out a dining room chair and sank into it. “Married?”

  “Get used to it,” Jase said, following her. “It’s going to happen. We were going to move in together this summer anyway.”

  Nell jerked her head up. “Are you nuts? Do you know what her father would do to you?”

  “Boy, does this guy have you snowed. Lu’s nineteen. He can’t do anything to me.”

  “That’s what you think. And he’s in a lousy mood right now, too. You guys sure know how to pick your moment.”

  “Great.” Jase looked frazzled. “You know, I have enough p