Chapter Four “Gee, who could that be?” Eda grimaced, pitching finely plucked eyebrows popular in the early 70s.
“It ain’t the postman or pool guy.” Buddy placed a half-eaten vegan pizza slice back in the carton and brought it to the kitchen while Eda ambled over to greet the uninvited guests.
Dressed in similar black pants, one sported a Club Room long-sleeved polo shirt, the other a beige Ross Dress for Less special. In their mid-forties, they were old enough to have seen it all, young enough to not be tainted. Just short of brusque, they presented IDs and stated their business.
Eda led them into a long rectangular living room that ran off the kitchen and lanai, introduced Buddy, and went to prepare coffee when they accepted her offer. The one who had introduced himself as Detective
