area, and there was Alice Hawbaker at the desk. Trim, tidy in her navy suit with its bowed white blouse, her snowcap of hair and no-nonsense bifocals, Mrs. Hawbaker ran the office like a Border collie ran a herd.
She looked sweet and pretty, and sheâd bite your ankle if you didnât fall in line.
âHey, Mrs. Hawbaker. Boy, it is cold out there. Looks like we might get some more snow.â He unwrapped his scarf. âHope you and Mr. Hawbaker are keeping warm.â
âWarm enough.â
He heard something in her voice that had him looking more closely as he pulled off his gloves. When he realized sheâd been crying he instinctively stepped to the desk. âIs everything okay? Isââ
âEverythingâs fine. Just fine. Fox is between appointments. Heâs in there sulking, so you go right on back.â
âYes, maâam. Mrs. Hawbaker, if thereâs anythingââ
âJust go right on back,â she repeated, then made herself busy with her keyboard.
Beyond the reception area a hallway held a powder room on one side and a library on the other. Straight back, Foxâs office was closed off by a pair of pocket doors. Cal didnât bother to knock.
Fox looked up when the doors slid open. He did appear to be sulking as his gilded eyes were broody and his mouth was in full scowl.
He sat behind his desk, his feet, clad in hiking boots, propped on it. He wore jeans and a flannel shirt open over a white insulated tee. His hair, densely brown, waved around his sharp-featured face.
âWhatâs going on?â
âIâll tell you whatâs going on. My administrative assistant just gave me her notice.â
âWhat did you do?â
âMe?â Fox shoved back from the desk and opened the minifridge for a can of Coke. Heâd never developed a taste for coffee. âTry we , brother. We camped out at the Pagan Stone one fateful night, and screwed the monkey.â
Cal dropped into a chair. âSheâs quitting becauseââ
âNot just quitting. Theyâre leaving the Hollow, she and Mr. Hawbaker. And yeah, because.â He took a long, greedy drink the way some men might take a pull on a bottle of whiskey. âThatâs not the reason she gave me, but thatâs the reason. She said they decided to move to Minneapolis to be close to their daughter and grandchildren, and thatâs bogus. Why does a woman heading toward seventy, married to a guy older than dirt, pick up and move north? Theyâve got another kid lives outside of D.C., and theyâve got strong ties here. I could tell it was bull.â
âBecause of what she said, or because you took a cruise through her head?â
âFirst the one, then the other. Donât start on me.â Fox gestured with the Coke, then slammed it down on his desk. âI donât poke around for the fun of it. Son of a bitch.â
âMaybe theyâll change their minds.â
âThey donât want to go, but theyâre afraid to stay. Theyâre afraid itâll happen againâwhich I could tell her it willâand they just donât want to go through it again. I offered her a raiseâlike I could afford itâoffered her the whole month of July off, letting her know that I knew what was at the bottom of it. But theyâre going. Sheâll give me until April first. April frickinâ Fools,â he ranted. âTo find somebody else, for her to show them the ropes. I donât know where the damn ropes are, Cal. I donât know half the stuff she does. She just does it. Anyway.â
âYouâve got until April, maybe weâll think of something.â
âWe havenât thought of the solution to this in twenty years plus.â
âI meant your office problem. But yeah, Iâve been thinking a lot about the other.â Rising, he walked to Foxâs window, looked out on the quiet side street.
Catherine Gilbert Murdock