I’d never been all that vindictive. “Oh, I might. She ruined my good coat.”
“Right. I have to go. Bye.” Pierce clicked off.
Darn it. I was really hoping the DNA at the scene had belonged to Wayne Wilson. Things would be so much easier if it had, but the manhadseemed devastated to discover that his missing wife of fifteen years had been killed.
I quickly dialed Nonna.
“Hi, honey. I’m on the job. What do you need?”
I could imagine her on the job with her dark glasses and trench coat. She did look adorable and tough, to be honest. “Ask around about Wayne Wilson, would you? There’s no evidence against him, but I would like to know if anybody in Silverville thinks he might’ve killed his wife.”
“You’ve got it,” she said cheerfully. “After that, I think I’m going to turn my attention to that Cupid case.”
Alarm ran through me. “No, no. Stay away from the Cupids, Nonna. Remember, one of them shot Nick with an arrow.”
“It’s my job, dear. Anyway, one case at a time. Have a good day.” She clicked off.
Oh, man. We really needed to identify the Cupids. I hoped Pierce found Lenny soon. My knee throbbed, and I had the urge to move it to get some blood going, so I slipped my snow boots back on, grabbed my coat, and headed out.
“Where are you going?” Oliver asked, watching me limp.
“I’m going to fetch coffee. You want anything?”
He nodded. “I’d love a hot chocolate with the hazelnut syrup they have at Smiley’s.”
“That’s where I’m headed,” I said. “Do you want anything to eat?”
“I’ll take a doughnut.”
Ah, to be young and have the metabolism of an eighteen-year-old boy.
“You’ve got it.” I walked out into the hallway and paused at Cousin Wanda Versaccio’s office. A thought occurred to me, and I opened the door to see the receptionist.
“Hey there, Anna,” she said, glancing at her computer screen. “You don’t have an appointment, do you?”
It had been a while since I’d sought counselling. “Hi, Bess. No, I was just wondering if Wanda was in. I knew it was a long shot.”
“She is, and she’s free. Hey, Wanda,” Bess called back. “Anna’s here.”
Wanda poked her head out of her room. “Hey, Anna. Come on in.”
“Thanks.” I limped my way past the reception area and back to Wanda’s wide office. As my distant cousin, she looked Italian with her dark eyes and salt-and-pepper hair.
“What’s up? You okay?” she asked.
“I’m fine. I just had a question for you.”
She nodded toward the spacious seating area. “Anything.” She sat on one of the guest chairs near a sofa, and I took the matching seat. I’d never seen her actually sit at her desk near the window.
“Do you know about the Cupids?” I asked.
“I heard you were involved with that.”
I rubbed my knee. “Not purposely. I just happened to be in two of the places they robbed.”
“That’s an odd coincidence.”
“Sometimes that happens to me.”
