“It’s just that I overheard Marvin say he was going to ask you to make dinner for him. That day.”
Coughing, she couldn’t answer.
“The day he died,” I reiterated.
Digging in her purse, she took out another tissue and patted her lips. “I did not go to Marvin’s apartment the evening he was…” She sputtered, “I wasn’t there the night he died.
Her nervousness palpable, clearly she was hiding something. I’d have to find out what it was.
A Harmony Hills Mystery