Chapter 64

The return flight was smooth and uneventful, and Richard was waiting for us, looking as tired and drawn as he had the previous Sunday.

“Don’t tell me, let me guess,” I said. “You spent the night with Bruce again, yes?”

“Does it show that badly?”

“Only to those of us who know you intimately.”

“It was another wild night.”

“Are the two of you getting serious?”

“Of course not!” he said, perhaps a little too defensively.

A famous line occurred to me at that point, the one about protesting too much, but I changed the subject, and said, “Any luck locating the missing Ruby?”

“Yes and no. My people have found a number of individuals who recognized the sketch, but nobody admits to having seen her since the weekend of the murder. Eventually, we ought to find someone who can help us. As you know, very often it’s simply a matter of legwork.”

We walked to the luggage area, discussing the implications of his news while waiting for our bags. Richard led us to the car, and we were soon home.