Chapter 35

"You may be fooling James, but you're not fooling me," Delphi said, clearing away the orange juice glasses.

Isobel stared reflectively at the apartment door. "I'm not fooling James, either." She sighed and swept her hair up, securing her ponytail with the black rubber band that lived on her wrist. "We're just going to have to agree to disagree."

"That's not exactly how you left it," Delphi observed wryly. She leaned against the refrigerator and snapped the dish towel at Isobel. "So, what are you going to do?"

Isobel shrugged. "Don't know yet."

"Not to keep harping on it, but I really don't understand why you think there's more to find out."