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"The man you had the altercation with, Farley Scanlon, was found dead in his ho"

Holy crap "Seriously?" Maybe Earl Walker was tying up loose ends again, and otten a s"

"Okay, yes, I can be there But I’m not sure how I can help"

"We need to ask you a few questions," he said, his tone sharp

"Wonderful So I’m a suspect?"

"If you’ll just co breath "Okay, fine Wait," I said as a thought hit me, "do you have a time of death?"

"If you’ll just co the frustration I felt edge into ht while I was in Corona dealing with the whole tire ht it was Farley Scanlon, but maybe not"

He hesitated, but only for a ht and ten The medical examiner will have a more exact tiht "Are you sure?" I asked "Because that would mean he couldn’t have broken into entleman you ith to come in, too"

"Okay, I can be there in a couple of hours" Naturally, I’d call Uncle Bob first and fill him in, just in case He came in so handy when accused of murder "Was Farley, by chance, beaten to death with a bookend?"

That was how Earl Walker had killed his girlfriend Sarah Hadley, after all, but since he was reportedly dead at the tied

"No, ma’a to get every last drop out of the guy Knowledge was power, baby "You know, investigator to investigator"

He cleared his throat, and I couldn’t help but notice his voice was a little softer when he spoke "His throat was cut"

"Oh Okay, be there in a while"

We hung up, and I went back to rinsing uy they found in Earl Walker’s trunk, as supposedly Earl Walker, had his throat cut But he was also burned beyond recognition, so as to say for sure? Murderers usually stuck to one MO Earl Walker had beaten that man to death with a baseball bat and, irlfriend to death with a bookend But there was never any mention of cut throats Maybe the knife was just handy

Wait a otten a man killed I was indirectly responsible for a uardian, the one Sister Mary Elizabeth was talking about I hoped not, because he really didn’t like ain, it hadn’t been two days, eleven hours, and twenty-seven minutes I still had time to be indirectly responsible for soods of Olympia

"I like what you’ve done with the place," I heard a deep voice say

Startled, I swiped at the water on lanced around the shower curtain Reyes Farrow stood leaning against my vanity, arms crossed over his wide chest, his hairin existence My knees weakened as a slow grin spread across his face