"Melody Logan," I said curtly.
"One moment please."
Seconds later, he was on the phone.
"This is Teddy Jackson," he said formally.
"Meet me in your office in a half hour," I said.
"Pardon?"
"Meet me in your office. I have something to show you and something to ask. Actually, a lot to ask."
"I'm not sure I understand," he said weakly.
"You will," I promised. "Be there," I said and hung up, my heart pounding so hard, I had to pause to take a deep breath and calm myself.
I saw Mrs. Grafton walk by with my
grandmother's dinner tray. She glanced in at me, but continued toward the stairway.
Grandma Olivia won't have much of an appetite tonight, I thought.
Twenty minutes later, Cary pulled up in front of the house and I ran out to get into his truck.
"What's going on? Something more with Grandma Olivia? Did they take her to the hospital?"
"Not yet," I said. "Take me downtown, Cary."
"To where?"
"My father's office," I said.
"What?"
"Please."
He stared at me a moment.
"What's in that box?"
"I promise I'll explain everything as soon as I can," I said. "Trust me."
"Sure." He shrugged, started the engine again and drove us away.
"Whatever it is, I hope you'll tell me about it soon," he said as headed toward Commercial Street. He glanced at me. "I don't remember you ever acting this strange, Melody."
I took a deep breath but said nothing. He shook his head and drove faster. When we arrived in front of the law offices of Teddy Jackson, we saw the lights were on inside and his car was in its reserved parking space. Cary started to get out of the truck.
"Please wait for me in the truck, Cary," I said.
"Why?"
"This is something I have to do myself first. Please."
"I don't like this, Melody. You're in some kind of trouble. I should know more about it and I should be able to help you."
"I'm not in trouble, Cary. It's not that. Please, be a little more patient," I said.