Chapter Four
Teddy tugged at the neckline of her dress. When would society let a woman wear comfortable clothes like slacks in public? She scowled. “I wish the VFW commander was available to talk about the trinket we found. When did he say we could see him?”
“Not for a couple of days. He said he’d call.”
Her pocketbook banged her hip as she threaded her way through the rows of chairs that had been set up in the cavernous sitting room of a mansion in the New Brighton section of Staten Island. Teddy selected one in the rear, and Ric dropped onto the chair beside her.
The journey from the ferry had been quick, but Teddy wasn't sure she could find her way back. An open-air taxi of some sort had met the boat, and several of the passengers joined them in the vehicle. Teddy compared her attir
