Jake Randolph in "Tiki Moon" Pt. 72

She smiled back and suddenly the sun sinking toward the horizon didn't look so beautiful anymore.

"Okay," I said, trying to collect my thoughts, "the first thing I need to know is when and how you found out that your husband was vying for Widower Of The Year."

She smiled again. "When was about two weeks ago. How was I overheard him on the phone to someone setting up a meeting with a man named Mr. Saint. From his end of the conversation I could tell that neither he nor the other person knew what this Mr. Saint looked like."