morning at seven thirty, I drove out to Adrianaâs to apologize for being abrupt (Shannonâs idea), and to find out about the intruders. I caught her and Troy drinking coffee at her picnic table. She was wearing the royal blue suit dress I liked.
She held up her mug. âWant one?â
âSure,â I said.
When she went into the house to get it, Troy said, âShe had some kids here last night.â
âYeah?â
âThen about eleven oâclock, five more people walked in right toward the site. I wrote âem up.â
âYou were here?â
âYeah. I came out to help guard the site. Spanky was parked out by the road and turned away several people. This morning I caught people in kayaks pulling up along the shore. We donât have enough deputies out here. I told Adriana she should call Patrice and demand a greater security presence. I gave her the number.â
âAnd what did Patrice say?â
âShe apologized and said sheâd put a guard at the site. And here I be.â
âPeople love this shit. Donât they?â
âYep. Since you showed up, I think Iâll go home and catch a few hours. Anything big happens, call me.â
âYou got it. Hey, before you go, did you record the intrudersâ names?â
âWhat do you think?â He handed me his small notebook. I read through the two lists of names.
âPhillip Warnerâs kid?â
âYeah, Adrianaâs bossâs kid.â He laughed. âHey, I like the black shorts with your uniform shirt. Good thinking. Iâm doing that, too.â
âDid you have dinner here last night?â I asked.
He smirked. âNo, why do you ask?â
âNo reason.â Because she said â we .â
He took off for home, and then I saw who the other half of the âweâ wasâAdrianaâs mother, Magna, also known as Mean Magna or Mugs.
Magnaâs brows looked an inch higher than when I had seen her last. She must have had yet another lift.
Adriana came out to hand me a mug of coffee.
âThanks,â I said.
âIâll be right back,â Adriana said.
I said good morning to Magna before I took a sip. Her lips were pinched in self-importance, like always.
âGood morning,â she responded. âHow are you, Cal?â
âIâm dandy, and you, Mrs. Valero?â
âMy, arenât we formal? When do you think youâll be done with this business?â
âWhen the forensic team is done.â
âCongratulations on your marriage,â she said, grinning way too widely. I knew sheâd be pleased Adriana and I didnât reconcile last spring.
âThank you.â
âI understand your bride is also a deputy and has two children.â
âCorrect.â
âA readymade family. How nice.â
âIf youâll excuse me,â I said, as I tried to make my escape.
But she wasnât done with me. âAdriana is beside herself.â
âI can imagine. Maybe you should take her to your place in Minneapolis until this is settled.â
âWell, for once we agree, but she doesnât want to leave for some reason. Talk to her about it.â
âI donât believe I have any influence on her anymore. Besides, what she does is not my business.â
She gave me asarcastic look, one I recognized from her large repertoire of nasty facial expressions. âYou broke Adrianaâs heart, you know.â Then she put on her basset houndface.
What? âOh, come on,â I said, then noticed Adriana had returned. Good thing, too. I may have said somethingreally stupid to her mother. Mugs could push my buttons like no one else . . . except maybe Troy.
âOh, come on what?â she said.
âNothing,â I said.
Suddenly Sheriff Clinton was there, saving me. Adriana was not one to let things drop.
The first thing out of my bossâs mouth was, â To make sure the area