"Thank you so much,” Harriet told him as the women filed out.
"De nada,” Jorge said. He hugged her, being careful of her shoulder, and sent her on her way.
Mavis and Aunt Beth had moved into the kitchen and were sitting at the island bar with mugs of hot tea in front of them.
"What have you been up to?” Aunt Beth demanded.
"Oh, just checking up on Carla's new boyfriend,” she said, trying to maintain a casual tone in her voice.
"What did you find out?” Beth asked.
"Nothing yet,” Harriet said. “I'm just having trouble believing his story about why he's here. I'm not going to give up until I find out the truth, either.” She reached between the two women and grabbed a cookie from the plate on the bar. “Mmm, these are good."
"And you should be snacking on fruit,” Aunt Beth scolded.
"What have you two been up to?"
Mavis sighed. “Ilsa and I met with Pastor Hafer and planned a funeral for Gerard. He's an amazing preacher.
"The service will be divided to address the two parts of Gerard's life, then he'll talk about how we may never know how or why this one man had two lives, but that both parts were, in fact, one man fulfilling God's plan for him."
Her tone of voice let Harriet know she wasn't fully buying it yet, and she couldn't help but notice she was calling him Gerard instead of Gerald now.
"When will it be?"
"We have to wait until the police release his body, but they told Ilsa they expect to be able to do that in another day or so. Given a day or two to notify people, it will probably be early next week."
"If there's anything I can do, just say it,” Harriet said.
"I wish there was something you could do. I need to know what happened twenty years ago and what happened this last week. Until I know that, there's nothing anyone can do."
Harriet grabbed a second cookie and retreated to her bedroom, where she called Aiden's cell phone and left him a message, letting him know there had been a change in her as-yet-unrevealed-to-him plan and he would now be required to pick her up. When she'd finished, she called Carla to see if she needed them to bring anything to dinner. Carla said she thought she had everything and was anxiously awaiting their arrival.
"Where is everybody?” Aiden asked an hour later when he came into the studio. Harriet was sitting alone at her computer.
"Aunt Beth finished the show quilt she was working on and went home. The Willis group is having a family dinner later at Mama Theresa's. They've all scattered to points unknown in the meantime, so me and Fred are all you get."
"I'll take it,” he said and crossed the room quickly, scooping her into his arms and kissing her. He kept his arms around her as he looked into her eyes. He sighed. “Something tells me we aren't going to be late to dinner because we're taking advantage of your empty house and making out."
"That would be a good guess,” Harriet said and stepped away from him. “Not because I don't want to, but we've got a mission tonight and we need to get started."
"Okay, the suspense is going to kill me before dinner's over. What's the plan?"
"Actually, the plan is already in motion. We're following Terry to see where he's going at night."
"We who? We you and me? What have we already started?"
"I realized Foggy Point's too small for the two of us to follow Terry without him noticing, so I called the Loose Threads.” She started pacing between her desk and the long arm machine.
"I knew I wasn't going to like this."
"Wait until you hear the plan,” Harriet said, and explained how the Threads would position themselves at successive intersections, the last cars leapfrogging ahead based on Terry's moves and the lead car dropping off as he turned onto new roads. “He won't have a single car following him more than a few blocks at a time. We'll communicate with our cell phones."
"Okay, I hate to admit it, but that could work, and I like that you're working in teams. But say you follow him and you find him…” He paused. “…somewhere. What then?"
"I don't know, I'll have to see where he goes. If he meets up with other people, we could follow them, or if he's obviously dealing drugs or some other criminal activity, I'll call nine-one-one. I really don't know what the next step is. I just have to do something, and this is all I can think of."
Aiden grabbed her good hand as she came back toward her desk. He pulled her into his arms again.
"You know what I like about you?” he said. “Your loyalty to your friends-even the ones you don't like, you still defend."
"You're going to make me blush, talking that way,” Harriet said. “But seriously, Carla's life has been so hard. I can't stand the idea that this guy is just using her. She deserves better. And who knows-there's always the chance that I'm wrong."
"But you don't think so, and like I said before, I'm starting to think you're right."
"So, what are we hanging around here for? Let's go eat with Carla so we can get on with tailing Terry."
"Your chariot awaits, madam.” Aiden bowed low at the waist and ushered her out.
Chapter 19
Carla's dinner went by in a blur. Her baked chicken was moist and her corn on the cob was tender and sweet. Wendy climbed into Harriet's lap with her book about a bunny that lived in a tree right after they arrived. No matter how distracted Harriet was by the upcoming events, her heart melted a little when the toddler put her arms around her neck and hugged her when they'd finished reading.
Aiden and Harriet both assured Carla her cooking was wonderful, and that she'd set a beautiful summer table. They helped clear the dishes while Carla cut slices of apple pie. The crust had been patched in places, but the apples had a caramel flavor that was incredible. Harriet decided she'd ask about the recipe when she had both the time and the attention to actually retain the answer.
"Would you like some more coffee or tea?” Carla asked when they had finished their pie.
"I hate to eat and run,” Harriet said, “but I have to go to a meeting."
"You have to go to a meeting?” Aiden repeated when they'd said their goodbyes and were walking from the porch to the car.
"It is a meeting. We're just all in different cars,” she said with a smile. “What did you want me to do? Tell her we had to go so we could spy on her boyfriend?"
"Where are we supposed to go?"
Harriet was spared having to answer by the ring of her cell phone.
"It's Sarah,” she said, and put the call on speaker phone.
"This is Silver Needle reporting. The stitch is running. Repeat, the stitch is running."
Aiden started laughing.
"What?” Lauren said in the faraway voice created by the conference call and speaker phone combination.
"Terry's moving,” Sarah said in disgust. “He's headed into downtown Foggy Point, just like we expected."
Terry had not moved early, so the other two cars would be in place along two of the three main roads leading out of downtown. Aiden turned up a steep side street that would allow them to drop down onto the third option before Terry got there, should he choose that route.
"Good work, Silver Needle,” said Harriet, getting into the spirit of things. “Roll toward town, and as soon as he commits to a route, we'll let you know where to go next."