Chapter 110

I asked, “Would you like more?”

“What I would like is for my husband to call me when he decides not to come home at night.”

“Does he usually call?”

She shared a doe-eyed look with me that just about melted my heart. “He does. Every night. Events like last night never happen. I always know where he’s at. Not a night has gone by without a call. It’s an understanding between us.”

“I’m sure he forgot,” I said, drinking my glass of orange juice.

She shook her head, and said, “He doesn’t forget things like that.”

“Did you try the studio?”

She did, and a variety of other places. Maddy said, “I even went to the fire station.”

I gave her a look of puzzlement and asked, “Why the fire station?”

“Because one of his assumed boyfriends works there. Buddy Fairwood.”