Chapter 8
For the second time in less than a week Lorelai walked into Luke's with a perplexed look on her face. "Now what?" he asked as he handed Lane an order to deliver to a nearby table and turned to get Lorelai a cup of coffee.
"Dinner's back on tonight."
Luke scowled slightly at her, "weren't you upset that it had been canceled in the first place?"
"Yes. It's just that there's something going on."
"Apparently."
"You'll come with me tonight, won't you?"
"I've been added to the summons haven't I?"
"But you don't drive with me," she pouted.
He rolled his eyes at that, "it gives me two less hours of speculation and rehashment. Besides, I leave later than you do."
"And that'd be a problem how?"
"You want to have that conversation with your mother?"
"OK. OK. I'll see you later than. . ."
Natalie eyed Evangeline wearily as she stepped into the older woman's office. "You win," she said simply.
"I usually do," Evangeline stated as she put aside what she was doing. "So we have a deal."
"Yeah, we have a deal," Natalie agreed. "You do your job and then I leave. Is that right?"
"You seem to have the idea. Well then, there's nothing left to talk about. You can go."
"What about my case? My testimony? Shouldn't we be doing something with that?"
"Aside from the fact that I wouldn't want to be accused of coaching a witness. I'm not putting you on the stand."
"But. . ."
"You'd be a horrible witness."
"You think you can keep me out of jail without putting me up there? Without giving me a chance to explain?"
"Explain what? The investigation into you when Paul disappeared and was presumed dead? Oh, no. You have an explanation about how you woke up next to a dead body?"
"You've never asked me about that night."
"Natalie, I'll do my job. If you're convicted it's because of your own faults. I'll see you in court this after noon."
"Fine," Natalie fumed as she walked out.
Smirking, Evangeline leaned back in her seat as she watched the red head leave, "stupid, stupid girl. Like I'd believe you'd just leave, or I'd leave it to chance. No, I'll do my job, only not as well as I should. . ."