Lois snorts.
“She’s an attention seeker, that’s all. She’ll get over it. Just needs a firm hand to give her a shove.”
I don’t miss the ugly turn at the word shove. I clear my throat, and Miriam startles, almost spills the coffee she was bringing to her lips.
“Ladies,” I say as I study Miriam. She pushes her chair back loudly to stand. I almost expect a salute from her.
“Sir,” Miriam says. She bows her head rather than saluting.
“Well, you’re late tonight, Judge,” Lois says. “You must be starved. Come on, sit down. It’ll just take me a minute to warm up your plate.” She wipes her hands on her towel and moves to where a covered dish has been set aside.
“Thank you, Lois,” I say, taking the scotch from the cabinet and pouring myself a glass.
“I’ll be off to bed then,” Miriam says and brings her coffee cup to the sink for Lois to set in the dishwasher.
“Stay a minute,” I say.
She looks nervous but nods and sits opposite me.
Lois brings over my food and returns to cleaning the dishes.
“How has Mercedes been?” I ask her.
“Same,” she says. “Refuses to touch any food I bring her. Gives me an evil look whenever I offer to help her with anything.”
“Hm. Lois?”
Lois is watching us from the counter. “I think she’s doing a little better. Eating a little more. The boys are good for her. That Pestilence can nudge a smile out of anyone.”
“I’m glad. Where are the hounds?” I notice their place is empty.
“She took them out for a little walk,” Lois says proudly. “Her idea.”
“That’s good to hear.” It is an improvement although the time is concerning. I hope she’s not doing something stupid like looking for an exit. I check my watch. “How long ago?”
“Fifteen, twenty minutes. She took an umbrella and a warm jacket. Said she’d check on the horses too. They’ve been cooped up in their stalls what with your busy week and this weather we’ve been having.”
“You know what, I’ll go see if I can’t catch up with her.” I get up, switch out my shoes for an old pair of riding boots I reserve for just this weather, and grab my Barbour from the rack by the door. It’s perfect for this weather. “I’ll eat when I’m back. Don’t worry, I can heat it up again myself. You two go to bed.”
“Are you sure? I can stay,” Lois says almost at the same time that Miriam murmurs a good night and disappears.
“Go on, Lois. You’ve been putting in a lot of hours with Mercedes as it is, and I appreciate it.”
“It’s no trouble. I love that girl like she’s my own.”
“You should tell her that. I’m not sure she hears that often enough.”
“I have. I’m not too shy to share my feelings.”
“Good. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I step outside just as the rain seems to pick up and open my umbrella. I glance around and whistle for the dogs. But if they’re at the stables, they may not hear me over the rain, so I head in that direction, hurrying my steps. I’m about halfway there when I hear barking. I pause to listen. Rain comes down heavy, but there it is again. Barking. It’s getting closer, and I start to run toward the sound because something feels wrong. And I have a feeling of dread in my gut like I’ve never felt before.
Would she hurt herself? Is she so far gone that she’ll hurt herself?
I’m almost to the stables when Famine and War come charging toward me, barking their warning. I stop dead, my heart pounding heavy against my chest.
“What is it? Where is she?” I ask them when they reach me, barking their warnings, their panic.