My dad must have been channeling my thoughts because during the sumptuous breakfast, consisting of waffles, bacon, eggs, hash browns and coffee, he began to grill me for additional details regarding Ginger’s cousin. I filled him in on the latest developments. The more I talked, the more his eyes glittered with speculative interest. When I finished, he let out a low whistle. “So, I’m guessing you’re thinking the same thing as this old newshound?”
“Something’s definitely not adding up,” I replied, careful to keep my tone light, hoping they wouldn’t fathom just how much I yearned to investigate this intriguing case further.
“Bet you wish you were out working on this story instead of sitting here with us, don’t you?” Sean ventured, apparently only half kidding and sounding far more perc
