The Case of the Missing Secretary

“I would be, too, with a glowering boss peering down his nose at me,” Kit muttered. “Don’t you have other relatives in San Antonio?” she asked, remembering some veiled references to people Logan didn’t ever go and visit there.

“Just Emmett. Don’t ever mention Emmett to Logan,” he added. “He has nightmares about his last visit there.”

“I won’t see Logan to mention anybody to him, thank God,” she said curtly.

“You hope. Logan isn’t coping well without you,” he said gently. “He won’t admit it, but life without you is like going around in a blindfold.”

“I hope he trips over a potted plant and goes out the window.”

“Naughty, naughty,” he chided. “Don’t you feel guilty, leaving him at the mercy of an office you’re not in?”

“No. It’s time he knew what the real world is like,” Kit said.

“From the tidbits I get from Melody, he may try to toss the new receptionist out a window one day soon.”

“Then I hope you know a good lawyer to defend him. I’ll be a character witness for the woman. Just call me.”

“Shame on you!” He laughed.

“I hate your brother. I gave him three of the best years of my life and he never even noticed I was around until I told him his new girlfriend was a miner who’d be digging for gold in his hip pocket.”

“You should have told Tansy instead. She’d have handled that.”

“No, she wouldn’t,” Kit argued. “Tansy doesn’t believe in interfering. She thinks people should make their own mistakes. She’s right, too,” she muttered. “When he loses his home, his car and his business to his heartthrob, I’m going to phone him twice a day just to say, ‘I told you so!’”

“Before or after you offer to take dictation for free to help him get back on his feet?”

She sighed. Chris knew her too well. “Where do you think Tansy’s gone?”

“To Venice,” he said. “She was seen boarding a plane bound for there in Miami.”

“Okay. Which airline?”

He told her, along with the flight number and time of departure. She thanked him, cutting off the conversation before he could say anything else. She turned her attention to the task at hand. She had no time to wallow in self-pity.

Minutes later, she knew that Tansy Deverell had bought a ticket to Venice. But the woman who boarded the plane wasn’t Tansy. Whoever Logan’s cunning mother had gotten to take her place had forgotten to limp as she walked down the concourse. Tansy limped just temporarily because of an accident while she was hang gliding.

Kit laughed. She had to be a natural, just as Dane had said. She was getting the hang of this in a big way. She went back to talk to the skip tracers. They were masters at the game of invention to get information, and most of them could find a needle in a haystack within five minutes.

Unfortunately Tansy was harder to find than a needle. They drew a blank.

“I’m sorry,” Doris said, shaking her head. “But she’s harder to find than a white bear in a snowstorm. If she paid someone to take her place on that flight, she did it with cash. You’ll have to find a flight attendant to ask for a description, and even then, it won’t be easy. Those flights to Venice are usually full. Individual faces are hard to remember.”

Kit could have ground her teeth. “What do I do?” she moaned. “Dane will fire me!”

“Oh, not yet,” Doris said, smiling. “He never fires anyone before Friday.”

“Thanks a lot.”

“I did get you the name of a cabdriver at the airport who remembers an elderly lady with a limp.” Doris chuckled, handing her a slip of paper.

“You angel!”

“No kissing,” Doris said, warding her off. “You’ll give Adams ideas,” she added with a covert glance at the burly Adams, who was playing with a penknife two desks in front of her.

“There’s not a thing wrong with Adams,” Kit said, smiling. “He’s a doll.”

Adams overheard her and perked up. He got up, straightening his tie, and smiled in Kit’s direction.

“He has homing instincts. You’ll be sorry,” Doris said under her breath.

“How about lunch, Kit?” Adams drawled with a hopeful smile.

“I’d love it, Adams,” she replied, “but I have to go track down a cabdriver. Rain check?”

He brightened. He blushed. No woman in the office had ever offered him a rain check. He lost ten years and his morose expression. Doris studied him with renewed interest.

“Rain check,” he agreed.

Doris toyed with her pen. “I’m not doing anything for lunch,” she said to herself.

Adams thought he might have a heart attack. Two women found him interesting in less than two minutes. Maybe his luck was finally changing. Kit was pretty, and petite Doris was adorable, even with salt-and-pepper hair and glasses. “How about a chicken burger, Doris?” he asked quickly. “I’ll buy!”

Doris beamed at him. “I’d love that!”

Kit eased out the door with relief and delight. Doris and Adams were both middle-aged loners with no family to speak of. Why hadn’t anyone ever thought of tossing them together?

That made her think of salads, and she remembered that she hadn’t had any lunch. Thanks to Logan Deverell, she’d probably starve. If she didn’t die of pneumonia from standing around in wet clothes. First, she was going home to change and eat a sandwich. Then she’d find that cabbie.

Chapter Two

Kit found the cabdriver without great difficulty. Yes, he did remember an elderly woman with a limp. He’d taken her to the bus station.

With fervent thanks, Kit rushed over to the bus station. One of the ticket agents remembered a silver-haired woman with a limp. She’d taken a bus to San Antonio.

Kit groaned. She shouldn’t have taken time to change clothes and eat lunch. By the time she could get to San Antonio, Tansy would be long gone.

She went back to the office, downcast and gloomy, to tell Dane what she’d found out.

“Chris mentioned a relative in San Antonio named Emmett, but I don’t know if he’s got the same last name as Logan and Chris.”