“That’s Eve.” Margaret got to her feet. “It’s only been thirty minutes. Her hotel must have been close.” She moved out of the forest toward the grave. “Here, Eve. Did you bring my coffee?” “Yes.” She handed her the paper cup. In the process, she touched her hand and gave a low whistle. “You’re ice-cold. Why didn’t you wait in Nalchek’s car?” Margaret gave Nalchek a glance. “I was so busy, I didn’t notice the chill. Neither did the sheriff, or I’m sure he would have offered to bring me out of the cold.” She chuckled. “Or is that an espionage term?” She took a sip of coffee. “That’s so good. I’ve spent so much time in the islands that my body temperature tends to plummet. I was fine as long as I was in Southern California.” “I didn’t offer because I was pissed off,” Nalchek said bluntly. “And I don’t need you to make excuses for me. You shouldn’t have been here if you object to facing the consequences.” “I’m not objecting,”
