She couldn’t see Melody until she was right at the booth. “Cliff! Oh, Cliff, I…” she stopped suddenly and the air grew a bit frosty. “Miss Baron, Miss Chance,” I said, standing up. “Sit down, Kathy. I’ll get hold of a chair.” “Howdyado,” Kathy said quickly. Then she turned immediately to me. “No, Cliff. I can’t. It was just luck finding you. Andy thought he saw you coming into the hotel here. Some woman was in the office, crying and carrying on. She was looking for you. Wilma, the darn fool, gave her your address.” “Blonde? A heavy blonde with a long nose?” “That’s the one, Cliff.” “It sounds like Letty Franklin,” Melody said. I frowned at Kathy. “O.K., so she’s trying to find me. Why the panic?” “I’ll tell you in private, Cliff.” “You can talk here, Kathy.”
