He reread a note left by Delilah Grone. She’d apparently come by his office when he’d been out to lunch. Mrs. Evans told me to get in touch, said the loopy cursive. I was in River Bend the night Milt was killed. She’d left a phone number scrawled at the bottom of the page. “Roadside Rest Stop,” a weary voice answered after half a dozen rings. Frank could hear the noise of chatter and the clatter of dishes in the background. When he asked for Delilah, he was informed in an impatient shout, “Delilah don’t come in on Mondays. Try again tomorrow afternoon.” The line clicked in his ear. He stared at the receiver in his hand, wondering why the first Mrs. Grone hadn’t left her cell or home phone number. He turned the note over, hoping to find a second number on the back, but it was blank. If Delilah was in River Bend last Thursday night, Frank figured he’d check a few facts in the meantime. So he punched in her work number again.
