So much for my getting anything done this morning. “Hi, stranger!” I greeted her. “I haven’t seen much of you lately.” Marty dropped into a chair in front of my desk. To my eye she was looking a bit sleeker than I’d seen her before. “I’ve been, uh, busy,” she said, trying to stifle a smile. “With a certain professor?” I countered. “Yup. I was going to tell you about it—since I guess I figure I owe you, what with James and all—but like I said, I’ve been busy.” “I’m glad,” I said. Marty had been on her own for a while now, and I thought she deserved somebody in her life—other than her dead ancestors. And she needed to get out of the Society now and then, get some fresh air. “So, are you just touching base, or do you need me for something?” “Both. Maybe. Let’s start with this murder thing out your way, on that piece of land Wakeman owns.”
