Spencer looked down at his hand, and I did also. There was just a little nick.
“I ran into a bookshelf,” he said. “Trying to get away from the splashing paint.”
Wayne leaned forward. “Would you please help us? We don’t know the Idaho court system.”
Small Claims Court was pretty dang easy, but I wanted to go talk to Lisa again. Something had been bugging me, and I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it. “I’ll tell you what, if I get Lisa to agree to reimburse you for the suit and whatever other clothing she destroyed, will you guys drop the case?”
“Absolutely,” Spencer said instantly before his brother could intervene.
Wayne crossed his arms again. “I don’t want to let her off. She’s a bad person. Plus, I think she killed my Imogen.”
“Let me talk to her,” I said. “Maybe I can find something out.”
Wayne didn’t look convinced, but Spencer nodded. “Honestly, let’s just get back to Montana,” he said.
Wayne reared up. “We’re not leaving until we find out who killed my wife.”
A knock sounded on the door.
“Come in,” I said.
Oliver poked his head in. “I just wanted to check on everybody and see if you would like some tea, coffee, or water.” He looked at the two men as if making sure everything was all right.
“No, they were just leaving,” I said. All I needed was one more overprotective male in my life. Oliver was eighteen years old. Enough was enough. “Would you please escort them out?”
“I would love to,” Oliver said, opening the door wider and standing out of the way.
Wayne stood, and I did the same. He leaned over and took my hand, shaking it and patting it with his other. “You really are lovely. If you would like to reconsider a coffee date, I would be truly honored.” His eyes sparkled with sincerity.
“She has a boyfriend, bud,” Oliver said before I could answer.
I cut him a look. “Thank you, Wayne,” I said. “I do appreciate it, but I am very happily involved with somebody.” Going with discretion, I didn’t mention that my somebody could probably kill him with two fingers.
Wayne sighed. “It was worth a try.”
His brother headed out of the office as Wayne followed. Oliver quietly shut the door, and I sank back in my chair. I really did want to speak with Lisa, but I didn’t want her to attack me again. So, I gathered my belongings and was just about to leave when my phone buzzed. I looked down and immediately answered.
“Hi, Nonna. What’s up?”
“Hi, sweetheart. I thought I should make you aware that I’m going to go see Camille Rulegson tomorrow morning. She was Lenny’s girlfriend, may he rest in peace. Poor guy. Just wanted to make a little money and obviously fell into the wrong crowd. I decided to turn my attention to the Cupid case because I heard about the dead body found at your office, and that is just unacceptable. Plus, that miscreant shot you with an arrow.”
Dread slid through me. “I don’t think you should get involved.”
“Oh, yes, it’s happening,” she said. “My firm is taking this on. I’m going to Zoom with Thelma and Georgiana later today to plan for my interrogation of Camille. We haven’t quite figured out Zoom yet, dear, but I know I can do it.”
I barely kept from groaning. “Nonna, I think you mean interview, not interrogation.”
“Tomato and all of that,il mio tesoro.”
I loved it when she used Italian endearments. “I can’t talk you out of this?”
She snorted in a totally cool and elegant way. “Absolutely, not.”
I couldn’t let her investigate by herself. “How about we go together? I have a meeting first thing in the morning but I’m free after that. You could pick me up before we both go out and see Camille. All right?”
Nonna was quiet for a moment. “I suppose you could offer to be backup, considering my partners are in the Caribbean.”
Relief blew through me. “All right, Nonna.”
