mad if I do not do it.â
âHow is that worse than your mother?â
âMy mother does not tell me what to do.â
âWhy not?â
âShe is not here.â
He smiled.
She stuck her nose in the air. âYou are laughing at me?â
âIâm not laughing at you. You made a joke.â
Michiko pouted. âI am glad it is funny for you. It is not funny for me. It is like being in jail.â
His eyes twinkled. âHave you ever been in jail?â
âNo.â
âThen how would you know?â
He was teasing her. Michiko didnât like being teased. âMy aunt said I shouldnât talk to strangers.â
âIâm not a stranger. I know your aunt. I just donât know from where.â
âShe is famous.â
âOh?â
âShe is the Sudoku Lady.â Michiko made a face. âBig deal. I cannot go anywhere that people do not think they know her. You do not know her. You just think you do. Because she wears a silk kimono. Like a costume.â
âAt least she doesnât have a big red S on her chest.â Michiko looked puzzled. âYou know. Like Superman. We have our own superhero in town. The Puzzle Lady. Did you know that?â
âOf course. My aunt came to see her.â
âShe did?â
âYes. All the way from Japan. And I have to come along.â
âYou didnât want to come to America?â
âNot to be a babysitter.â
âYour aunt has children?â
âNo. To babysit her. I am looking out for her. She thinks she is looking out for me. It is so stupid.â
âWhy does she need looking out for?â
âShe thinks she can do anything. A woman fell and hit her head. Everyone says it was an accident. She says it was murder.â
âReally?â
âIf I do not watch her, she will get in trouble. Andââ
âMichiko!â
Minami was glaring at her from the doorway.
âOh. Gotta go.â She hurried to rejoin her aunt.
âWho is that man?â
âNo one.â
âYouâre not supposed to talk to strangers.â
âHe is not a stranger. He knew you.â
âI do not know him. I cannot leave you alone for a minute.â
The two of them went out the door, the teenager whining about overprotective aunts.
Dennis Pride watched them go. Well, that was interesting. He wondered what two Japanese women were doing calling on Sherry and Cora. So she was the Sudoku Lady. Whatever that was.
Dennis had been in a funk ever since Sherry got married. Yes, sheâd divorced him and, yes, heâd gotten married again, to her best friend Brenda Wallenstein. But that was different. Entirely different. He still cared for Sherry. Still wanted her. Heâd gotten married because she didnât want him. But he was there for her. Always. Ready to pick up the pieces. His marriage meant nothing because it was no bar to his desire.
Hers was different. Entirely different. She hadnât gotten married in spite of wanting him. Sheâd gotten married because she didnât want him.
At least thatâs what she thought. Dennis knew it wasnât trueâthat sooner or later sheâd come to her senses. Indeed, her marriage had given him hope. It was just the spur she needed to see that she was on the wrong path. Married life, Dennis thought, could soon sour her on that young reporter, a man not worthy of her in any way. She would see what a mistake sheâd made, and she would want to fix it. When she did, heâd be there waiting.
And now this. A rival for Cora Felton. A Japanese counterpart. With a precocious teenage niece. That was good. That had to be good. Anything that stirred the waters, that created controversy. If there was a rivalry between the two, how sweet would it be if he could beat them both?
At long last, things were finally breaking his way.
Chapter 14
Jason Fielding was somewhat overwhelmed. His wife was dead. He