He hung his head. “Stupid, I know. I mean, you were right there. You could tell them he was supposed to meet you at the bakery that morning.”
“So you and your father didn’t go hunting?”
He shook his head. “I went alone. He was supposed to join me, but he never showed up. I wound up going home around three.”
“Did you catch anything?”
Dario ducked his head, grinning. “No. We never do. I know it drives Mimmo up a wall. We go out to the woods, cook sausages over a fire, and come home empty-handed. More than once, we’ve forgotten bullets.”
Stella nodded. “And you tried to give him an alibi.”
“I had to. Asleep at home? That’s hardly ironclad.”
Stella flushed. That was her alibi. She ran her toe over the ground. “So, where do you think he was that night?”
“In bed, of course.” He regarded
