Page 105 of The Cajun Doctor

“And a suspicious perp is a running perp,” Sonny added to emphasize Brad’s point.

Samantha insisted on calling Luc to get his advice before she committed. She put the call on speakerphone. After the agents made their case for an early meeting, Luc agreed to the plan, provided the agents contact him when they had a time and place set up so that he could be there, too. Once the police set up Angus in a viewing room, Luc said he could leave and come back to pick him up later. Or else, John could come and take Luc’s place.

So, she hit Nick’s number on her cell phone’s list of contacts and left it on open speaker.

“Nick?”

“Samantha? Where the hell have you been? I’ve left a dozen messages on your voice mail.”

“I know. I just got back in town. My cell phone was out of range until this morning.”

“Where are you now?”

“At the airport.”

“Well, come to my office right away.”

“Why should I do anything for you?”

“C’mon, Sammie, don’t you think it’s time we call a truce?”

Calling me by a hated nickname doesn’t sound like a truce to me. “A bit late for that, don’t you think?”

“Better late than never.”

“I’m not going to kiss and make up, if that’s what you have in mind.”

He laughed. “Far from it.”

“We don’t have to meet in person to make peace with each other. Do it over the phone.”

“Uh-uh! Believe me, you’ll want to know what I have to tell you, and it’s got to be face to face.”

She exchanged glances with Brad and Sonny. Could it be as easy as this? Did Nick want to confess all to her? Sounded too good to be true.

Tante Lulu murmured under her breath, “Dumb as dirt!”

Brad and Sonny glared her way and Tante Lulu made a zipping motion across her lips.

“I need to go home and shower first,” Samantha told Nick.

“No, come here first.”

He probably didn’t want her to see the mess at her house, the mess he had made. “Is it really that important?”

“Yes.”

“Nick, if this is about more of your frivolous lawsuits, forget about it. I’m not reinstating your alimony.”

“It’s not about that. This is something about . . . um . . . your family.”

“What? Did something happen to my father? Or my mother?”

“No, no, no! Nothing like that. By the way, do you know where Angus is?”

“Angus? How do you know Angus?”

“Never mind. Just come. It’s eleven-thirty now. When can you get here?”