That night, Kyle and I had dinner with a good friend in Charleston.  Actually, Kyle made the arrangements, including reservations at the Capital Grille on North Tyron.
Kate McTieman hadn’t changed much since we had been thrown together during the Casanova murder spree in Durham and Chapel Hill, North Carolina. When the murderer Casanova had kidnapped Kate in her house outside Chapel Hill he’d believed she was the most beautiful woman in the South.
Not only that, Kate was extremely smart. She was a doctor now, a pediatrician, but she was thinking about becoming a surgeon.  When she arrived at our table, Kyle and I were deep in conversation.  Actually, we were arguing about possible next steps in the investigation.
‘Hi, guys.’ Lustrous brown hair framed Kate’s face. She was wearing it longer these days. Her eyes were dark blue with a nice sparkle. She was still in terrific shape, but I knew she was a softie deep inside.
‘Give it up,’ Kate said. ‘You boys are working way too hard. We’re going to have some fun tonight.’
Seeing her there got us both up out of our chairs and grinning like idiots. We’d gone through a lot together, and survived to be together again for this unlikely dinner in Charleston.
‘This is a great coincidence. I was at a medical conference just outside town,’Kate said as she sat down with us.  Alex doesn’t believe there are coincidences,’ Kyle said.
 ‘Well, fine. So here we are again, brought together by divine intervention or whatever, praise the Lord,’ Kate said, and grinned.  ‘You seem in excellent spirits, Kate,’ Kyle said. He was actually pretty buoyant himsel............