“Just write it as if you’re telling a story, Dad,” his daughter had told him. “It’s not a scholarly article.” Easy for her to say. Moe was a high school English teacher. Like her mother, she’d always been good with words. Christened Maureen, after her maternal grandmother, her brothers had shortened it to Moe when she started following them around as a young child and the name had stuck. She and Dan Adams, a construction worker, had two young sons: Daniel Spencer and Matthew Harrison, known as “Danny” and “Mattie”.
The office was quiet, so he actually did a little writing… about his life as a cop, and how he got started. It wasn’t so bad after all, revisiting some of his early experiences on the force. He was just beginning to enjoy it when Silas walked in.
“Got a minute to spare?”
“Too many,” Harry said.
Silas frowned. “That’s not like you. Something wrong? Where’s Ms Blackett?”
“Bertie is taking some time to get her greenhouse ready for spring planting. And I am grounded,” Harry said, with a chuckle, “for the rest of the week.”
“What happened?”
“Twisted my knee over the weekend, but there’s some arthritis from an old hockey injury. Doc said to take it easy for the rest of the week, no outdoor activity and no driving.”
“Not easy for someone who’s used to being on the go,” Silas said.
” I have a feeling it’s going to be a long week,” Harry said. “What’s on your mind?”
“Not much.” Silas shrugged. “Just that tunnel…”
“What about it? We did all we could.”
“Yeah, but we might have another chance to at least get more information.”
“How? The entrance to the tunnel is blocked on both ends. There’s nothing more we can learn there. And those three men weren’t really smugglers, remember?”
“What if I told you that smugglers were using the tunnel long before those three escaped through it?”
Harry’s eyebrows rose. “Seriously? Where’d you hear that little gem?”
“One of Ben’s cousins, Artie, was visiting when I went to see Bingo yesterday. When they heard what we’d been doing, he said that we didn’t have the whole story.”
“Did he tell you the rest of it?”
Silas shook his head. “He hoped to tell us all at the same time, but…”
“Yeah, my mobility is temporarily limited. However, there’s no reason why everyone can’t come here,” Harry said.
“When?” Silas asked.
Harry grinned. “This afternoon, or after supper, whichever works best for everyone.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” Silas said. “There’s a birthday party at the home today, for a lady who’s turning ninety-five.”
“No problem. I’m not going anywhere.”
“It’ll have to be after supper. Joe’s working at Black’s Farm.”
“So he took the job. I told Ida she couldn’t find a better man.”
“Just started, but he seems pleased. I’ll let everyone know the plan. Seven okay?”
