Love Finds You in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin by Pamela S. Meyers

Author:Pamela S. Meyers [Meyers, Pamela S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Summerside Press, an imprint of Guideposts
Published: 2013-04-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Outside the News-Trib office Meg said good-bye to Lester, and he went on to County Hospital to see his dad. She headed down Main Street and climbed the stairs to the second-floor offices over Kohn & Jennings Men’s Store. She paused in front of the first door in the long hallway that ran the length of the building and studied the stenciled gold lettering on the bubbled glass window.

LOUIS P. ALDEN

ATTORNEY AT LAW

If she tore up her notes, no one would be the wiser. But a reporter must be ready to tell the truth at all times. Does that count when it involves family? Meg gripped the doorknob and turned.

Sally Drummond, Dad’s new secretary, glanced up from studying her steno pad. “Meg.” A sunny smile emerged. “It’s been a long time.”

Meg regarded her with a wary eye. During eighth grade, Sally and her girlfriends had relentlessly teased Meg because she couldn’t stay focused during class. She’d kept her distance from Sally and her friends during high school. “It’s been awhile. I was surprised to hear you were back in town.”

The brunette nodded. “When Charles was laid off, we had to move in with my parents.” She ran her hand over her typewriter as if it were solid gold. “With this job and Charles working at the National Tea, things are looking up. The Lord has blessed us.”

The Sally Meg remembered had scoffed at her for believing in God.

She liked this Sally a whole lot better. “That’s wonderful.” She glanced at the closed door leading to Dad’s office. “Is my father free?”

“I’ll check.” Sally stood and went through the door, her full skirt making a swishing sound as she walked. Meg wandered to the window. Across the street, Jack emerged from the bank and headed toward the office, nodding a greeting at old Mrs. Fitzsimmons as she stepped out of the bakery. He stopped and said something more. Mrs. Fitzsimmons jiggled with laughter. The man could even charm the old ladies.

“You can go in.”

Meg turned. Sally stood by her desk.

“Thanks.” Meg whooshed past her and stepped into her father’s wood-paneled office. A faint hint of his pipe tobacco tickled her nose.

He leaned back, his leather chair creaking under his shifting weight. “Well, Meg, to what do I owe this honor in the middle of a workday?”

She shut the door and sat in front of his mahogany desk. Her tongue felt as dry as day-old bread. “I need to ask you something.” She scanned the rows of law books filling the shelves behind him. She was right to come here, wasn’t she? “About Fred Newman.”

His iron-gray brows knit together. “Fred?”

Meg nodded and studied the swirls of green and yellow in her print skirt.

“I have an appointment in ten minutes. If this isn’t important, maybe it can—”

She lifted her gaze.

Dad sat as straight as a pole, his face stoic but pale.

Meg clasped her shaking hands. “Did you send Fred Newman to jail and keep it off the record?”

He snapped his head back in surprise.

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