Chapter 21
Back at my apartment, my thought process went into overdrive. Pieces of the puzzle were falling into place. I had a lot, but I needed more. I phoned Brett.
She was in her usual good mood with a gruff and rattly “Yes?” ‘Good morning’ was not in her vocabulary.
“Hi Brett. Progress at last.”
“Tell me.” Why waste words?
“The charges against me have been withdrawn, and my bail conditions have been cancelled.”
“Do the police have another suspect?”
“No.” I was going to draw this out.
“Well then, why?”
“It has all been a mistake. There has not been a robbery.”
“Huh?”
I could imagine her at her desk, her puzzled face haloed by the sun’s rays. “That’s right.”
“So, no robbery. What about Thornton’s broken neck? Natural causes?”
She was good at playing the game. I folded first.
