“Oh, just hung out with Tom for awhile,” I answer neutrally.
“Really?” She brightens up a bit. Dinah knows how long Tom and I have been friends, and she thinks the world of him. “How's he doing?”
“You know him, honey: Never a dull moment.” I take a bite of meatloaf, the gravy smooth and complementing perfectly. “I was helping him out with a case.”
She takes a bite of her potatoes. “That was nice of you. What kind of case was it?”
“Missing person,” I answer automatically. “Not too big a deal, though. Thankfully, we were able to find out where the victim was taken.”