I gave up and followed orders, which began with waiting down in the lobby of the hospital while she talked to Hunter. When she came out of the elevator, tapping gracefully across the white tiles toward me, I could see something had lifted from her heart. Her face was back to being its cheerful, customer-greeting face. Her eyebrows rose when she saw me. Something was going on and I knew I’d be better off going along with it. “Where to?” I asked, falling into step with her as we crossed the parking lot to my truck. “I want to go over to Hawley’s office.” “Hunter coming? The sheriff going to meet us over there? You going to confiscate a shovel?” “Hunter’s not coming. Last thing we want to do is put out signals we’re bringing trouble.” “Not involve the police?” I slammed my door and started the truck, the motor taking its usual three turns to catch.
