"Is Doc going with us?" my employer asked.
I shook my head. "No, she decided that would make it too official. Which would make it worse if..." I caught her expression. "...if success takes some time to achieve."
"Which, as I pointed out, is often the case."
"Or if he's dead," Ron added without turning around.
"Or that," I agreed. "We're doing them a favor, as a diplomatic courtesy. In the car, I'm afraid we will have to be satisfied with the scintillating conversation and rapier wit of Miss Susan Tumolo."
"You're going with Miss T.?" Ron demanded. "What's she got to do with it?"
"She brought the case to us," my employer explained.
Ron shook her head. "That's three cases she's been in the middle of, isn't it?" She turned back to her homework. "Pretty suspicious, if you ask me. I think it may be time to investigate her." She shrugged. "Just a suggestion."