As the program director continued down the hall toward his office, Meg touched her arm. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

“Any news from the police on possible suspects?”

“No. I haven’t talked to the detective since Friday night. I’m assuming there’s nothing to report. But he’s planning to come in and review the negative correspondence I’ve gotten recently. Doug’s going to ask you to pull the latest nastygrams.”

“I’ll give it top priority. You heading out now?”

“Yes.” She waved at Joe as he passed on his way to the studio for his two-hour show to finish out the drive-time programming. “I have a blog post to write and a talk to prepare for an upcoming event. I also want to get in a spinning class today.”

Meg sighed. “I admire your dedication to exercise. I wish I could fit in workouts too. I think I put on three pounds at Bob Evans on Saturday.”

“I thought you were dieting.”

“I’m trying.” Meg fiddled with the strap of her shoulder purse and shifted her weight. “But Steve was in the mood for a splurge, and he doesn’t like to indulge alone.”

No, he wouldn’t.

She’d only met Meg’s husband on a couple of occasions—including the station’s annual barbecue in July—but he didn’t strike her as the flexible type. More like the kind of guy who would put himself first.

In other words, the polar opposite of the detective who’d spent most of Friday evening in her neighborhood, making her feel like her welfare mattered to him. Could just be part of Brent Lange’s professional persona—but it felt like more than that. Some people were caring by nature.

From her few brief encounters with Meg’s husband, he didn’t seem to be one of them.

“Maybe you can mitigate the splurge this week with diet lunches.”

Meg hefted the small insulated carrier in her hand. “Salads are on the menu every day.”

“That will help—and if you ever want to dip your toes into spinning, I’d be glad to schedule an evening session and introduce you to it. The workout is amazing.”

“I’d like that . . . but I try to keep my evenings free for Steve. Other than Wednesdays, when he bowls and I go to a Bible study class.”

“Would a Saturday morning work?”

Meg chewed on her lip. “We like to stick close together on the weekends.” She summoned up a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “We’re still kind of newlyweds.”

“Doesn’t he have any other outside activities besides bowling?”

“No. He’s active on his job, so he’s happy to chill out in the evenings with TV.”

And Meg couldn’t go to the gym with her while her husband watched TV because . . . ?

But Eve let it pass.