“He always was the careless type,” Vida asserted. “I don’t think I know him,” Mitch murmured. “The Widow Rafferty’s dad, right?” Leo said. “Dumb stunt if he was on a pole in this weather,” Kip remarked. “That creep hit on me once,” Amanda declared. “A bad habit of his,” I noted—and wished I’d kept my mouth shut. Most of all, I wished I knew where the accident had happened. Milo hadn’t given any details. “Those sirens,” I said. “They probably were for Wayne. Did it sound as if they were headed to RestHaven?” “Possibly,” Vida replied. “They were going east.” It was a quarter to two. “I’m heading up there to interview Dr. Farrell. Maybe I’ll go now, just in case that’s where it happened. Wayne was working on some glitch when I was there before noon.” Vida nodded. “I must call Dot Parker. She was never fond of her son-in-law, but she’ll feel sorry for Cookie. The Erikses have had more than their share of problems. First their son, Ringo, died in a rafting accident, then Tiffany’s husband, Tim, was murdered, and now Wayne is dead.
