“Of course she is,” he said. Estelle’s penciled brows disappeared into the creases on her forehead. “I don’t think so, dear.” The handsome travel agent attempted to smile, but his blue eyes revealed his true feelings. “Are you calling us liars?” he asked softly. The farmer’s wife would not back down. “I read in the paper this morning that water in Charleston Harbor was eighty-five degrees Fahrenheit. Nowhere along the coast of California does the Pacific Ocean get that warm.” “Estee knows everything,” Herman said proudly. He seemed oblivious to any ramifications of his wife’s accusation. John Thomas put a well-muscled arm around Belinda’s shoulders. Then the couple rose to their feet in unison, as if they’d choreographed the action. “Come on, darling, we don’t need to listen to this.” John’s protective persona made me think of Greg. “But you can’t go yet,” I said quickly. “How will you get back to Charleston?” “We’ll take the long way around, like the policewoman said.”
