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;void(0)) 3 When Rhonda called the police station that evening, she discovered Detective Richardson was on leave of absence, and the sergeant wouldn’t give her his number. She was determined to talk with him because he was their only hope. She left her number and asked to have him call her. It was urgent, she told the sergeant. She hung up wondering if the message would be delivered. Ten minutes later, her phone rang. “Mrs. Miller, this is Henry Richardson. How are you? I understand you wanted to talk with me.” She cleared her throat and was surprised he’d received her message at all. She was doubly surprised by his quick response. “Yes, Detective Richardson, I do. And I’m doing fine. Thanks for returning my call so quickly. I didn’t realize you were on leave.” “Yes, for a few months. What can I help you with?” “I wonder if I can see you? Make an appointment, perhaps? It’s important.” “Well, if it’s official business, you should talk with Jack Burns. I just spoke with him. You can reach him at the station.” “No, it’s you, I want to see. Soon. Do you have time tomorrow? It won’t take long,” she said, hoping he’d agree. “Well, yes. Would you like to meet somewhere? What time is convenient for you?” “Whenever you say.” She hesitated. “This is such a small town, and I don’t want to put you out, but—” She groped for a meeting place, knowing Durant’s upstanding citizens were not ready to see the two of them out to lunch. It was 1979, but it was still a segregated, southern town. A black female with a white male or vice versa would not be looked on kindly. “I understand,” he interrupted. “How about Orlando? Is that too far away?” “No, Orlando is perfect. Where?” “Somewhere on the Trail. Lunch at Salvador’s? It’s right on Orange Blossom Trail, not too far away.” “Yes, I know it. Tomorrow at noon? Is that all right with you?” “Yes, ma’am, I’ll be there.” “Thank you so much. I’ll see you then.” She’d done it. What a relief. It was such a simple matter now that it was over. She’d have some answers for Jimmy on Saturday. She was exhilarated and hungry. What is it with the food? I’ve never reacted like this. Got to watch it. She drew a bath instead and enjoyed a long, leisurely soak. Tomorrow she’d convince him he’d have to help her. He was reasonable and kind, and he was familiar with the case. She could hardly wait. Rhonda dressed carefully for her luncheon appointment. The humidity was insufferable, and she knew by noon it would be even worse. She chose an expensive, lightweight navy suit. She discarded her white silk blouse in favor of a soft, lavender shell. The abstract navy and lavender print scarf provided the understated elegance she wanted. She entered Salvador’s at twelve o’clock. Its deep red and white decor soothed as well as cheered her. She saw him when she entered, and without waiting for a hostess, she smiled and sauntered to him. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Miller.” He pulled out the chair. “You’re right on time.” “Yes, and so are you.” She settled herself and observed him. “Thank you so much again for seeing me. I do appreciate it.” His hair had grown since she’d last seen him. It fell in a rich brown, wavy sheen below his collar. She detected a faint whiff of soap. “It’s no problem, ma’am. I hope I’m able to help. Before we start, would you like something to drink?” She noticed he’d ordered a mixed drink. “Just water, thank you.” He signaled the waiter. “Should we order first or would you rather—” She picked up her menu and interrupted, “Just let me see what looks appetizing. Have you already decided what you’re having?” “Yes, ma’am, it’s always the same. The grilled steak.” Her eyes met his. “A steak and potato man?” “Yes, ma’am, I’m just a simple country boy. Meat and potatoes for me.” She smiled. You’re in no way simple, Detective Richardson. Far from it. “I think I’ll have the salmon. It’s usually good in here.” She put down the menu and said, “I need your help. It’s about my husband.” She saw a deepening of his emerald eyes. PURCHASE THIS BOOK NOW... LINK TO: BETTY BYERS BBB Collection Pkg. | Books and Tarot | | Return Home | GREAT LINKS | WHAT'S NEW? | CONTACT US | |
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