It was what she’d wanted. Especially since the sheriff was so far proving to be a fountain of information. She threw down the proverbial gauntlet. “How about tonight?” He broke one of his eggs, the yolk streaming out only to be stopped by his crust of toast. “I’m busy tonight.” Most men would at least apologize, even if they didn’t mean it. “Are you working?” “Yep.” A forkful of egg disappeared into his mouth. Hmm, working. “Are you going to stake out Cookie’s house?” He shot her a look, then glanced at the ceiling. “Now why would I stake out Mrs. Beaumont’s house?” Bobbie shrugged. “In case she sneaks out to meet someone. Have you got her phone tapped?” After all, Cookie would have to call Brax soon if she wanted him to find the shovel in Nick’s shed. “I’m not sure which cop shows you watch, but you might want to consider something a little more reality-based.” She hated those reality shows. Bobbie glanced at Mavis, who appeared to be engrossed in the exchange and making no moves to her cash register.
