“What?”he prompted, waiting for one of them to tell him the secret that was passing silently between them.
“Uh…” Atticus looked his way briefly, then back at Archer.
“Meredith Prescott showed up at Brantley’s this morning,” Archer said, his tone reluctant and a bit sheepish.
Simon stared at him, confused.He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
“I am so sorry, man.”Archer sat back in his chair.“I swear to God I thought I told you.”
“She just showed up?”he prompted when his brain kicked back into gear.
“Last night, apparently,” Atticus said.“She went to the B and B.”
“Where is she now?”
“Decker’s keeping her in a motel outside of the town limits,” Archer supplied.“I thought it would be safer to keep her out of Coyote Ridge.”
Simon slowly sank into the extra chair, wrapping his head around the new information.He could feel Atticus and Archer watching him.
“Did she say anything?”
Atticus shook his head.“Not really.Other than to confirm she drove down from New York.”
“Travis and Gage were there,” Archer noted.
That piqued Simon’s curiosity.“How’d that go?”
“About as well as can be expected,” Atticus answered.“I don’t think Travis likes her all that much.”
“I didn’t realize he knew her.”
“I don’t think he does.”
Interesting.
“I really am sorry I forgot to mention it,” Archer said, sounding sincere.
Simon waved him off.A few months ago, he would’ve been angry that he didn’t have all the information as soon as it came in.Oddly enough, he was far more worried about Violet than about what Meredith Prescott was doing in Coyote Ridge.That was a first for him.
Hell, these days, he was experiencing a lot of them.
Made him wonder what that meant for his career.If he didn’t get excited about the prospect of flinging himself fully into someone else’s mystery, what good would he be to his audience?
That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to pencil in time to interview her.
