The OptionsSawbuck came by late that afternoon, dressed as a gentleman this time, to as many hoots and whistles as had plagued Jonathan on his visits. Blitz had put him in the parlor, and he rose when I entered. “I hope you’re well, Mrs. Spadros?”
I sat across from him. “Indeed.”
Sawbuck settled himself on the sofa. “Mr. Blackberry’s legal team advised him against visiting. They felt it best if he at least appeared impartial.”
I chuckled. “Very well.”
“But he will look into Mr. Freezout for us. I asked him to look into Miss Spade as well.”
For a moment, I couldn’t decipher who he meant. Then I remembered. “Maria Athena.”
“Yes.”
“Well, that’s good!”
Sawbuck leaned forward. “Are you sure we should trust him? He’s worked for the Clubbs the majority of his life.”
“Ten, I’ve known the
