He looked over her shoulder. “Maybe, but it’s hard to say. The ink’s faded.”
“There is no address on the invoice, so I’m not sure who it was delivered to,” Maggie said.
“Tigger, you can’t go messing in this crap. You have no evidence and aren’t a cop, so stop speculating. Just hand what you know over to Chief Blake.”
“I will, and yes, you’re right. I could be way off target.”
“Just out of curiosity, what is the target you think you hit?”
“I don’t know, but I’m sure Linda Foster was friendly with the Linbars.”
“The body who was brought down was a Linbar?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, you need to give this to Chief Blake. The burglary, and now you recognizing the handwriting—it makes me nervous.”
“Me too.” Maggie folded the note, but there was a niggle in the back of her head, telling her that she was onto something. Could this note have anything to do with Simon Linbar’s death?
“Let’s not mention this, Nash. We don’t want it getting out I recognized the handwriting.”
“No complaints here.” Nash hustled her back out the door and into his car.
“But it’s quite a coincidence. I mean, there’s the connection with Linda Foster, which is theL, and the handwriting that is hers. Plus the initials A.J. on the invoice.”
“Which tells us nothing, as we have no clue who A.J. is. Even if this Linda is involved, it could simply be a love letter she wrote for this A.J. and nothing more.”
“Sure, and you’re right, and I’m not sure how it could connect to Simon Linbar’s death.”
“You’re trying to connect it, but this is not for you to work out. Hand it over to the police, Tigger. They know how to deal with this type of thing.”
“I’ll tell Chief Blake after the festivities, I promise.”
They parked and walked up the crowded streets.
“Maggie, how was your visit with your family, dear?”
“Good thanks, Mrs. Taft.”
She was questioned every few steps about her trip, her gallery, the letter. Mrs. L asked her where Fin was.
“They’re relentless,” Nash said. “Does everyone in this town feel it’s okay to ask you personal questions?”
“They do.”
“I better get used to that, then.”
“I’ll protect you, big brother.” She hugged him.
“Maggie!”
“Save me.”
“What?” Nash had been looking in a window and not seen Calvin Harding approach.
“You remember that guy I had a crush on in school?”
“Someone Harris?”
