… even if she doesn’t clean the house and can’t cook worth a damn.”
Jake stood and Steve took the hint, pushing himself up from the chair.
“We’ll do our best to find out exactly what’s going on as soon as possible.” Jake clapped his hand on Steve’s shoulder and gave Jolene a pointed look.
Jolene slid behind her desk, just as Jake was escorting Steve out the door. “Hey, do either of you know someone named Andrea June?” she asked.
Steve’s brow creased. “No. Why? Does it have something to do with Gail?”
“No … it’s just someone I need to talk to.”
Jake shook his head. “Nope. Sorry. Don’t know any June’s at all. Is that the last name?”
Jolene pursed her lips. She hadn’t considered that June might be the middle name. If that were the case, not having her last name would make the search much more difficult. “Good question. I’m not sure.”
“So, you’ll let me know as soon as you find anything?” Steve pleaded.
“Of course,” Jake said.
Steve disappeared down the hall and Jake turned to Jolene. “So, you really didn’t find anything out about Gail’s affair?”
“No. She went in and came out. Not enough time for any funny business, though. I didn’t follow her because I felt like someone was following me ,” she confessed.
Jake’s brows knit together. “Why would someone follow you?”
“I have no idea. It’s weird, but I thought I saw someone watching me out on the street, too.” Jolene glanced out the window to the street below but didn’t see the familiar figure. “Anyway, I’m not so sure about Gail. If she was having an affair with a professor, I doubt she’d go in and visit him like that in the middle of the day.”
“Yeah, usually people having affairs don’t meet at each other’s workplaces. Maybe she had to give him an urgent message and couldn’t call for some reason?”
“Maybe.”
Jake leaned across his desk and grabbed his keys. “I’m going to ask around town about the Powers-Ellis feud.”
“Okay, I’ll get on the computer and see if I can dig up any satellite photos that give us some clues about that case.” Jolene flipped open her laptop and pressed the space bar to bring her computer to life.
“See you tonight.” Jake closed the door, leaving Jolene alone to focus on the computer. But not the satellite photos. She went straight to the town residents database in search of Andrea June.
Three hours and several databases later, she still hadn’t found her. She’d searched births, deaths and licenses to no avail.
Jolene closed the computer with a sigh, stood up and stretched out the kinks in her back. It was time to go home and re-meet her estranged aunt.
Chater Six
Jolene lifted the lid on the cast iron pot, inhaling deeply until her nose was filled with the sweet aroma of cream and clams. Clam chowder was her favorite and no one made it like her sister, Fiona.
“Hey, no tasting!” Fiona appeared at the kitchen door in a lavender silk sleeveless blouse and faded blue jeans. “It needs to simmer a little more for all the flavors to meld together.”
Jolene dropped the lid back onto the pot. “It’s like torture. You know that’s my favorite.”
“You’ll get plenty once Eliza gets here and we sit down to eat,” Morgan chimed in from the pantry where she was standing on her tiptoes pulling the ‘good’ glassware from the top shelf.
Morgan’s white linen top hugged her slim curves and made her dark hair look even blacker. Jolene looked down at her own outfit of black t-shirt and capris self-consciously.
“Am I under-dressed?”
Morgan peeked her head back in. “Nope, not at all. We don’t have to dress up. It’s just an informal dinner.”
“I didn’t dress up, either.” Celeste padded in from the hallway dressed in her usual outfit—light blue yoga pants and a swirly loose purple and blue print top.
Morgan took the crystal wine glasses to the sink to rinse them out. “Eliza
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