Kathy said. “I’ve played at court enough to be pretty good.” Benton and Kathy had gotten back too late last night for much discussion, though they did report that the jeweler had settled in reasonably well. The farm family welcomed the money and Kathy, who’d shelled out that money, agreed with Benton that they’d be kind. Now we were eating breakfast together, while Michael told them how little we’d accomplished yesterday. Including the elimination of my best suspects. The morning sun that was so warm on my back made Kathy’s fair skin look almost translucent. Her innocence shone even brighter. Which might be a useful, in a con. On the other hand, when things go wrong in a con they tend to go fast and bad. The memory of that club swinging toward her still made me cringe, whenever I thought of it. “The question isn’t ‘can you play?’” I told her. “It’s ‘can you cheat?’”
