Paige Cooper — The Secret Behind Table Four
What mattered most to me was what I knew firsthand.
A man had needed urgent help.
I had called for it.
Someone tried to make that simple action costly enough that I would regret it.
I didn’t regret it.
One afternoon Detective Ellis visited the café in civilian clothes.
She ordered a sandwich and stood quietly by the window until the rush passed.
“I wanted to tell you that your statements helped,” she said.