had passed out, right?â
âIf anyone else did, nobodyâs reported it. To me that suggests that only the sheriff was targetedââ A knock sounded just as she placed her hand on the knob. Millie opened it and stepped back as Frank Marquez came striding in.
He took them all in at a glance, then fastened his laser-sharp gaze on Millie. âThe sheriff no longer has any jurisdiction over the Garcia murder case. Iâd hate to find out that youâve been sharing privileged information.â
âIâve just informed Sister Agatha that Sheriff Green is currently on suspension,â Millie said.
It was only a fraction of the truth, and they all knew it. Sister Agatha looked back at Frank. âI also wanted to assure Millie that Iâd be passing on any information I uncover.â
âSister Agatha can be an asset,â Tom added. âHer special talents will speed your case along.â
âAsset or not, youâd be better off staying out of this, Sister,â Frank said, meeting her gaze. âA person who commits murder has already shown what heâs capable of, and your habit wonât give you much protection.â
As Marquez left the room, Sister Agatha glanced at Tom. âWalk me out?â
âSure,â he answered.
As soon as they were in the parking area, Tom bent down to pet Pax. âWhatâs on your mind, Sister?â
âHave you remembered any more details about that eveningâlike maybe your conversation with Robert?â she asked.
âNo, not really,â he answered, rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture of weariness.
âTry to visualize him for a moment,â Sister Agatha insisted. âWhat do you see?â
âA few extras that probably donât mean a hill of beans,â he answered after a moment or two. âI remember his flashy silver and turquoise watch, the flag pin on his lapelâI had one, too. There was a silver pen in his front shirt pocket, along with some kind of pamphlet that stuck out. I remember it had a line of stars along the top edgeâprobably some campaign literature. He also had a foam cup in his hand, not that cottonwood branch I saw when I woke up later. When I started to lose my balance he jumped back, maybe afraid I was going to fall on him, and spilled some of his punch. I went out fast after that. I donât even remember hitting the ground,â he said.
âWhat about your earlier conversations?â
He shrugged. âA few angry exchanges, accusations, mostly.â
Sister Agatha noticed he was having a hard time maintaining eye contact. âTom, youâre not holding back on me, are you?â Even before sheâd become a nun, Tom had never been able to look her in the eye for long when he was keeping something from her.
âDonât worry. I know who my friends are,â he said in a reassuring toneâbut his eyes wandered again.
âWhich doesnât answer the question,â she insisted, trying once again to meet his gaze. âYouâre deflecting, not to mention playing with your future.â
âI didnât do anything to Robert,â he said, this time looking directly at her, his eyes unwavering. âYou know thatâs true.â
âYes, but that wasnât my question,â she pressed.
He glanced back to the entrance, where several deputies had just stepped outside. âWeâll talk again if I remember something else. Right now, I need to find a ride home.â With a nod, he walked toward the officers.
He hadnât asked her for a lift, and that told her all she needed. For whatever reason, there was something Tom wasnât ready to tell her, and that spelled trouble. Glancing down at Pax, Sister Agatha smiled at her faithful friend.
âLet go pay Chuck Moody a visit, boy,â she said, climbing on the cycle.
Recognizing Chuckâs name, Pax barked happily.
âNothing ever worries you,