Chapter 22
TarynMr. Calabro delivered the first piece of news I wanted on Thursday. Or didn’t want. I wasn’t sure which. The investigator left a voice message a couple of days after I got back from New York. I closed the door to my office and dialed the return number.
“Ms. Lieber. I have an initial report for you. I’ll send you a written report by tomorrow morning if you’d like.”
“What do you have?”
“The husband is living with her. He drives her to work and picks her up, and they head back to the apartment. While she’s working, he heads to the liquor store or the bar. Mainly, he just sits in the apartment.”
“And her. Is she going to the bar?”
“No. She comes home and stays in. They went out to eat last night, and she drove home. Wayne—or ‘Kid’ as I heard her call him—was three sheets
