"Yeah!" Cathy agreed softly. I glanced at her, and she snatched her hand out of her shorts. Her face was flushed and her nipples were hard.I put my ar... around Pamela's waist and walked forward, letting Cathy get over her embarrassment in relative privacy. We wandered slowly, sometimes chatting for a few minutes. I was impressed by how smart and well read both sisters were. Pamela talked knowledgeably of economics, while Cathy discussed the relative costs of various space-borne probes to measure. I still have some thinking to do.” “Okay Harry,” she said, “I’ll tell her but please, please call her then, will you promise me, please?” “I promise,” I told her. We said our good byes and it started me thinking again. Andrea and her husband, Don were good friends. I can’t picture Andrea lying to me. If Linda was cheating on me, she was being very discrete about it. I waited until that Friday. It had been five days since I hired the private investigator. I called him for a complete report. It. Part of him wished that they were already wed.Joseph was not sure of how Miriam felt about the marriage, but he knew that he was rather pleased at the choice. Did she prefer to find some way of her betrothal, was she resigned to it, or did she get thrilled by it? He was not in love with her, but he liked the idea of Miriam being his wife. She seemed a very pleasant girl.As for Miriam, she was starting to see that Joseph was rather smart, sensible, and not exactly ugly. She knew that he was. I drove north, passing out of Shaughnessy Heights. Thick, tall dark green hedges replaced oaks as the houses grew smaller. Another kilometre, and the hedgerows disappeared, coffee shops, galleries, and designer stores springing up in their place.The view opened as Granville rose to a bridge, revealing downtown Vancouver bathed in shafts of crystalline light that had broken between the clouds. I exited right, circling under the bridge to park outside the Granville market.I’d been a freelance.