“I suppose that doesn’t mean much,” Cassandra retorted. “We don’t have any real evidence, do we?”
“Exactly,” Myerson acknowledged.
“Even if it is him, we need more. We need hard proof we can take into a court of law and put the son of a bitch away for a good long time.”
“So, what’s the plan then?” Craig asked, his eyes never leaving Max’s face.
“Continue as is. If it is him, he’ll respond one of two ways; he’ll back off, and possibly leave town, because he knows we’re looking at him, or, it’ll force his hand. Either way, we’ll know. On the off chance it isn’t him, no harm no fowl. And whoever the real perp is, that person will be forced to move. Probably make them more relaxed feeling we’re looking in the wrong direction. No matter what happens, we need to remain vigilant. Suspect everyone, presume nothing.”
“I think it’s about time we were seen around town, perhaps a walk along Storey’s Beach,” he announced. “We’ll stick to the grassy areas around the ball diamond, where it’s easier for Cassy to move around,” he suggested quickly.
“Cassy, we’re going to call on those latent acting skills now,” he informed her. “I want you to act loverly.” Moving closer he grinned, “Think you can do that?”
Slightly miffed and in a very off hand manner she replied, “Of course I can. I doubt you can keep up.” She rose smartly from the table. “I’m going to change.”
She would have marched upstairs if her vision were better, but since it wasn’t, all she could muster up was an exaggeratedly dignified exit.
“You do that on purpose,” Maggy muttered.
“What?” Max asked quietly.
Smiling a lopsided grin, he said, “Yeah, who can resist, she’s so adorable when she’s miffed.”
“Just be careful you don’t out-do yourself,” she warned.
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