“I was thinking I needed to figure some things out.”
“In a bar?”
“Why not in a bar?”
She snapped her mouth shut and glared. “We’re leaving. Now.”
I was surprised she wasn’t yelling. “Thanks, Herri.”
“Like I said, anytime, Delaney.” She slid out from behind the table and started back through the crowd.
“Sit down,” I said.
Myra glared.
“Please. I need to say this while it’s all fresh in my head. It’s about the cases.”
She gave in. Sat. “You have ten minutes.”
“What if the two crimes are connected? Heim’s murder and Dan maybe shooting me?”
“Definitely shooting you.”
I ignored that. “What connects those two crimes?”
“The Rhubarb Rally is the only thing Heim and Dan had in common,” Myra said.
“And if the exploding rhubarb really was someone trying to kill Dan, like he said?”
She frowned. “So if this is about Dan, then someone has blown up his garden, and is now framing him for shooting you—which he did—and now you think someone is framing him for killing Heim? But he has an alibi for Heim’s time of death.”
I rubbed at my bruising knuckles. Cooper had a hard head. “People lie. Someone is lying. We need to double-check the alibis. Any word on the deck hand?”
“No. The rally is taking up everyone’s time. The APB is out, but nothing yet. What happened there?” She tipped her chin toward Sven, who was dragging Cooper up onto his feet and marching him off to the door.
“I hit him.”
“Youwhat?”
“He was pushing me around. Drunk,” I added. “Thinks I owe him something since I’m his ex-girlfriend.”
“Jackass,” she muttered.
“Huh. Ex-girlfriend.”
Her eyebrows drew down. “What about it?”
“Dan doesn’t have any.”
“For obvious reasons. And?”
“And Heim did.”
“Lila.”
I nodded. Something was tickling at me. A memory just beyond my reach. It felt important. And it had something to do with Lila.
“How long has Lila been back in town?”
