guess?” She nodded in the direction of the door behind

Judith.

“It’s been interesting,” Judith said, edging around

the corner to the hallway, “but I’m pushing my luck.

I’ve been eavesdropping for over five minutes, and the

waiters are bound to reappear.”

“Care to join us?” Renie asked.

Judith grimaced. “I think I should go home. Mother

must be famished. I’ll call a cab.”

“You don’t have to,” Renie said, piling linen napkins over her arm. “Bill drove your Subaru to Capri’s.

Just get the keys from the valet.”

“Do I need the parking ticket?” Judith asked.

Renie shook her head as they approached the top

of the winding staircase. “Tell them you’re Mrs.

Jones. And by the way,” she said with a quizzical expression, “is there anything I should know about what

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you discovered while you were lurking outside that

door?”

“Not now,” Judith said, “but I’ve got quite a bit of

information to sort out. Maybe I’ll have made some

sense of it by the time I talk to you later this evening.”

“Sounds good,” Renie said, heading for the private

dining room. “Time to rejoin the stuffed animals.”

Judith smiled at her cousin. But she was thinking

less about the stuffed animals at the Joneses’ table than

about the wild ones at the Smiths’.

She got as far as a block away from Capri’s when

she had another, possibly impractical idea. Instead of

going up Heraldsgate Hill, she took a left and swung

back onto the main thoroughfare through the city. Just

before reaching downtown, Judith took another left

and pointed the Subaru toward the hospital district. In

less than ten minutes, she was in the parking garage of

Norway General.

Angela La Belle would no doubt be listed under an

assumed name. Judith knew she’d have to think of a

really good fib to tell the person behind the reception

desk. Her role as Angela’s innkeeper probably

wouldn’t cut any ice with the staff.

Inside the main doors, she checked the directory.

Not ICU, Judith figured. Angela had been taken to the

hospital several hours ago and was reportedly on the

mend. She’d be in a private ward, of course. But under

what medical heading? Not yet ready to show her

hand, Judith approached the main desk and asked

where emergency patients were taken after they were

out of danger.

Specialty medicine sounded promising. Judith took

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