However, I couldn’t afford to leave marks on his body that couldn’t be attributed to a motor vehicle accident. I checked my watch. It would be dawn in a matter of hours, and the accident scene needed to be set up. Once that was done, I would turn my attention to Mrs. Wexler.
She might have been as much a victim of her husband’s machinations as of Peter Lapin’s, but I didn’t much care.
She would be attending some function or other up on Capitol Hill tomorrow night. On her way home from it, she was going to be…delayed.
* * * *
No one noticed when I pulled up in the shadows and got out of my sedan, probably because of the screams.
There had been an accident.
Lights in the houses nearby were on, and curtains were drawn back so the view wasn’t obstructed. Others, willing to brave the Octo
