didnât say a word. He didnât give any indication that he had even heard me.
âIâm not kidding,â I said.
He shook his head in disgust. âMan, and they say people change. You sure havenât.â
âNeither have you.â
He looked at meâ
studied
meâbefore finally saying, âYou didnât see me in that office.â He said it as if it were a fact, as if he had no doubts about it. âIf you had, you would have gone to Kathy already. You probably would have called the cops too. People like you, if they think theyâve got something on you, they go straight to the cops. The only time they ever try to make a deal is when they have no proof, when theyâre trying to make you trip yourself up. But this time you got nothing on me.â
This time.
âYeah? Well, Iâm going to talk to Kathy right now,â I said.
âYou do that,â Nick said. He sauntered back to the picnic table and sat down again. The rest of the guys were all over him, probably trying to find out what I had said. Antoine turned and looked at me. I couldnât read his expression any better than I could read Nickâs.
I strode back inside, trying to look determined. But Nick was right. I hadnât seen him in the office. I hadnât even seen him in the building.All I had were suspicionsâand Nickâs track record or, rather, his criminal record. Andâthis really bothered meâthat he hadnât denied it. When an innocent person is accused of stealing, he denies it. At the very least, he becomes indignant. Nick had done neither. Instead, heâd just taunted me.
I hesitated outside my office door and reviewed what facts I had.
Fact: Someone had been in that office and had at least touched that money. There was a good chance that whoever it was had taken some of it.
Fact: The money had been raised for charity. What kind of person would take money that had been raised for a good cause? That was easyâNick DâAngelo. Heâd done it once before.
I walked past my office door and knocked on the one next to itâKathyâs door.
Kathyâs expression changed from cheery to expectant to concerned as I spoke. Her shoulders gradually slumped. She caved back in her chair. She asked me a few questions. Finally, she said, âIâll talk to Nick.â
âBut heâs not going to admit it,â I said.
Kathy gave me a long, weary look. She seemed disappointed. What shook me was that I wasnât sure who she was disappointed inâNick, for maybe doing something terrible, or me, for telling her something she clearly did not want to hear. I wished that I hadnât said anything.
âI would have done the same thing,â Morgan said when I phoned her at her cottage.âI mean, heâs done it before, right? And leopards donât change their spots, right?â
âI guess,â I said.
âThereâs a lesson to be learned here,â Morgan said.
There sure was: âNext time Iâll lock the door when I leave a room full of money,â I said.
She sighed. âRepeat after me, Robyn: I will never,
ever,
participate in one of Billyâs crazy animal rights protests again. No good ever comes of them. Animals are still losing the war with people. And it sounds like youâre not exactly having the time of your life.
And
Iâm bored out of my skull up here without you.â
Morganâs endorsement of what I had done should have made me feel better. But it didnât. Morgan tended to be quick to judge othersâand her judgments were often harsh. So I sought a second opinion.
âHow much did he take?â Billy said, sounding horrified that someone had actually been greedy enoughâtwice!âto steal money that was intended to help our four-legged friends (and some two-legged ones, if you counted the ducks I had seen on my first day).
âIâm not exactly sure,â I said.