Maybe he wouldn’t be so argumentative if the state police inspector was there. Holding up one finger to him, I pulled out my cellphone and called my husband’s office. I didn’t have a direct number for Inspector Black, but maybe Jake had it. To my surprise, a woman’s voice answered. It took me a moment to recognize who it was. “Inspector, have you commandeered my husband’s office?” “Ms. Hart, I have to work from somewhere, and he’s not using it at the moment. Call him on his cellphone if you want to talk to him.” Then she hung up on me. I redialed the number, doing my best to keep my temper in check. When she answered, I said, “As a matter of fact, you’re the person I was looking for. I found a clue that might lead to Dan’s murderer.” She was silent for a moment before she spoke. “Why are you even looking into this? You’re a donut maker, not a detective.”
