CHAPTER FOUR
“So much for an early night,” Linda grumbled, waving farewell to Ald and Sallo.
The two detectives had arrived fifteen minutes after we’d called Ald to tell him about the rose and message. Both men had been wearing 50s-style polyester black-and-red bowling shirts. Funny, who’d have guessed either HPD homicide detective was a bowler? As Rey would say, ya truly do learn something new every day.
Pets on our heels, it was fifteen minutes after midnight when we finally locked up and trooped upstairs.
Leaning into the far wall, Linda frowned and appeared pensive. “GRP’s becoming close and personal. I wonder whose blood he used.”
I parked my butt on the edge of Rey’s queen-size upholstered storage bed and wearily said, “I suspect we’ll learn soon enough.”
“Do you think they’ll
