help you?”
“Ginger, it’s Maggie,” she said. “What’s your schedule for today?”
“Light,” she said. “Why? Does this involve a sale? Did you find a better deal on sneakers than two for one?”
“Sadly, no, on all counts.” Maggie took a deep breath. “There was a dead body found in the library this morning, and Sam Collins is questioning Claire right now.”
“A what in the where?” Ginger’s voice was shrill. “Questioning Claire? Why? What does she have to do with it other than working at the library?”
“Apparently, she used to know the man,” Maggie said.
“She needs an attorney,” Ginger said. “Immediately.”
“I’ve got Max Button in with her.”
“Good call, he’s a genius. He got my oldest through calculus. So, what are you doing now?”
“Waiting,” Maggie said. “Sam wouldn’t let me stay in the room with them.”
“Sam, huh,” Ginger said. “Is he as cute as ever?”
“If you consider rattlesnakes cute.”
“Well, if he’s a rattlesnake, he can slither onto my porch any old time.”
“Ginger!” Maggie gasped. “What would Roger say?”
“Oh, honey, I’m married, not dead,” Ginger said. “I’m allowed to look at eye candy, and so is Roger. We’re just not allowed to have any of it.”
“Sam Collins is not eye candy, at least not to me.”
“Are you ever going to forgive him for teasing you when you were kids?”
“That would be a no,” Maggie said.
What she didn’t add was that it wasn’t just Sam teasing her when they were kids that made her dislike him so. What no one knew, not even Ginger, was that well before she’d met Charlie there had been a few crazy weeks during the summer after her junior year of high school where Maggie had been sure that she was in love with Sam Collins and he with her. What she would ultimately never forgive him for was breaking her heart.
Chapter 10
Maggie agreed to stop by Ginger’s office with more information as soon as she had any, and Ginger said she would call Joanne and fill her in on what was happening. They decided an emergency meeting of the GBGs was in order for that evening.
The door to the interview room opened, and Sam stepped out. He gave Maggie an aggravated look, and said, “The attorney needs a minute to confer with his client.”
Maggie raised her eyebrows.
Sam opened his mouth as if wanted to say something, but then closed it and shook his head. Maggie thought she should say something, but she found the words wouldn’t come.
This was the first time she’d been alone with Sam Collins in twenty-four years. So many times she had fantasized about what she would say to him if the opportunity everpresented itself. It had always involved a lovely worded tirade that would leave him feeling like a pile of dung, followed by her tossing her auburn hair and slamming a door.
Yeah, and here she was rendered mute, not a door available to slam, and she was suffering from a seriously advanced case of bike helmet hair from this morning’s jaunt to the library.
“Coffee,” Sam growled. “You want any?”
Maggie shook her head. At least she could manage that. He disappeared down the hall, returning a few minutes later with a steaming mug in his hand. He knocked on the door twice and then entered, shutting it behind him before Maggie could manage a peek inside. Darn it.
And so she sat on the bench until her butt was completely numb. Finally, the door opened and Claire came out, followed by Max.
“Thank you, Max. You were great,” Claire said to him as they joined Maggie.
She rose stiffly, feeling the cramps flee her legs as the blood rushed back into them.
“So, you’re free to go?” she asked.
Sam appeared from behind them. “For now.”
With that, he strode off, and Maggie looked at the other two with wide eyes.
“What’s up with him?”
“The crime scene investigators have called him back to the library,” Max said. “Looks like they’re wrapping up over
“Ginger, it’s Maggie,” she said. “What’s your schedule for today?”
“Light,” she said. “Why? Does this involve a sale? Did you find a better deal on sneakers than two for one?”
“Sadly, no, on all counts.” Maggie took a deep breath. “There was a dead body found in the library this morning, and Sam Collins is questioning Claire right now.”
“A what in the where?” Ginger’s voice was shrill. “Questioning Claire? Why? What does she have to do with it other than working at the library?”
“Apparently, she used to know the man,” Maggie said.
“She needs an attorney,” Ginger said. “Immediately.”
“I’ve got Max Button in with her.”
“Good call, he’s a genius. He got my oldest through calculus. So, what are you doing now?”
“Waiting,” Maggie said. “Sam wouldn’t let me stay in the room with them.”
“Sam, huh,” Ginger said. “Is he as cute as ever?”
“If you consider rattlesnakes cute.”
“Well, if he’s a rattlesnake, he can slither onto my porch any old time.”
“Ginger!” Maggie gasped. “What would Roger say?”
“Oh, honey, I’m married, not dead,” Ginger said. “I’m allowed to look at eye candy, and so is Roger. We’re just not allowed to have any of it.”
“Sam Collins is not eye candy, at least not to me.”
“Are you ever going to forgive him for teasing you when you were kids?”
“That would be a no,” Maggie said.
What she didn’t add was that it wasn’t just Sam teasing her when they were kids that made her dislike him so. What no one knew, not even Ginger, was that well before she’d met Charlie there had been a few crazy weeks during the summer after her junior year of high school where Maggie had been sure that she was in love with Sam Collins and he with her. What she would ultimately never forgive him for was breaking her heart.
Chapter 10
Maggie agreed to stop by Ginger’s office with more information as soon as she had any, and Ginger said she would call Joanne and fill her in on what was happening. They decided an emergency meeting of the GBGs was in order for that evening.
The door to the interview room opened, and Sam stepped out. He gave Maggie an aggravated look, and said, “The attorney needs a minute to confer with his client.”
Maggie raised her eyebrows.
Sam opened his mouth as if wanted to say something, but then closed it and shook his head. Maggie thought she should say something, but she found the words wouldn’t come.
This was the first time she’d been alone with Sam Collins in twenty-four years. So many times she had fantasized about what she would say to him if the opportunity everpresented itself. It had always involved a lovely worded tirade that would leave him feeling like a pile of dung, followed by her tossing her auburn hair and slamming a door.
Yeah, and here she was rendered mute, not a door available to slam, and she was suffering from a seriously advanced case of bike helmet hair from this morning’s jaunt to the library.
“Coffee,” Sam growled. “You want any?”
Maggie shook her head. At least she could manage that. He disappeared down the hall, returning a few minutes later with a steaming mug in his hand. He knocked on the door twice and then entered, shutting it behind him before Maggie could manage a peek inside. Darn it.
And so she sat on the bench until her butt was completely numb. Finally, the door opened and Claire came out, followed by Max.
“Thank you, Max. You were great,” Claire said to him as they joined Maggie.
She rose stiffly, feeling the cramps flee her legs as the blood rushed back into them.
“So, you’re free to go?” she asked.
Sam appeared from behind them. “For now.”
With that, he strode off, and Maggie looked at the other two with wide eyes.
“What’s up with him?”
“The crime scene investigators have called him back to the library,” Max said. “Looks like they’re wrapping up over
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