“You’re in rather late today,” observed Sue. Ray was working at his computer. He looked up at her and smiled. “I seldom beat you to the office, and never by two or three hours,” she continued. “Were you off on some special investigation, perhaps checking on the steelhead in a local stream while looking for Tristan Laird?” “That’s really good, Sue. I wish I had thought of that. More than once I’ve solved a crime walking a stream with a fly rod in my hand. Your brain gets a chance to work out there without all the buzz of an office. “The truth is that I stayed up way too late. And I did something that I don’t think I’ve ever done before, not since college, anyway. I overslept.” Ray looked slightly abashed. “When I first awakened, it was light. Which I thought was rather peculiar, and when I looked at my watch it was after nine. My first thought was to go into panic mode, and then I decided to just take it easy, to kick back and go slow. I even took time to make a real breakfast.”
