Then again, maybe Caron or Sarah had blabbed, or maybe someone who overheard our conversation in the bar last night had snitched. Like the two old ladies.I gave it more thought as I made my way to the bar. Besides LaRoche’s insinuations, I was worried about Janalee and her reaction to Amy’s leaving. And the gossip, of course. News travels like wildfire at conventions. And while we were on the subject of fires, people wouldn’t really believe I set the one at Janalee’s in order to steal Amy, would they?It was ridiculous, but since when . . .‘Maggy! We’re here.’ Kate and Jerome were waving me over.‘Don’t worry,’ Kate said as I joined them at the bar. ‘Jack’s legal. The bartender checked his ID.’‘No judge of age apparently,’ I said, shooting a smile at Jerome.The bartender – the same one who had waited on us the night before – came over. ‘Pinot Noir?’‘Good memory,’ I said. ‘But I think I need something stronger.’‘Cabernet?’‘Perfect.’ I slid on to the barstool next to Kate.‘Much as I hate to admit it,’ she said, ‘you did a spectacular job today.’‘Thanks.’ The bartender slid over my glass and I took a slug.
