Crime Time (Chapter Three, page 2 of 13)

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"It's delicious," Betsy said as I poured myself another cup of coffee and sat down beside her. Quinn was flipping the pancakes when Martha hurried down the stairs.

"Howie's not up there," she said, alarm in her voice. I felt a shudder remembering the night before.

"Maybe he went for an early morning walk," Betsy offered.

"In this weather?" Quinn asked with a frown. "He'd drown. It's raining enough to make Noah do a double shift."

"Well, he's not in the house," Martha said.

"He was upset last night," I admitted reluctantly. "We heard him come downstairs and when he didn't return, I came down to check on him. He spoke of having some sort of flashback."

"I'll bet it was the damn buzzing of your Tesla thing. The poor guy probably didn't sleep a wink."

Betsy gave me a look. "You said he was fine when you came back upstairs!"

"He was; maybe a little upset." I paused. "I heard him come down again later before I fell asleep."

"You'd better look around outside," Martha said. Quinn didn't look pleased but he handed her the spatula and started for the door. I rose to follow and he tossed me a jacket. "The umbrella's gone. I guess the nut went for a walk after all."

"Quinn!" Martha chastised.

"You'd have to be a nut to go hiking in this," he muttered as we left. Martha called after us.

"If you can't find him, we'll help," she said as she commenced cooking.

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