FORTY-ONE
“Well, that was different,” Barbara said as they came out of the police station.
It was rush hour and the streets were filled with worker bees heading to their cubicles. I was one of them, Vivian thought as she looked around. But that was before Joanna’s murder changed everything.
“I must say, I never expected to visit the coppers,” Barbara said.
“How’d you like it?” Freddie said.
“It was quite exciting, actually.” She looked at Freddie. “Were you afraid they were going to arrest you?”
Freddie chuckled. “Not yet, love. But I don’t think they’re too happy with us.”
“They should be,” Vivian said. “They know more now than they did before.”
“You mean about that woman, Sylvia Torrey?” Barbara said.
Vivian nodded.
“Do you think she did it?”
Vivian shrugged. “Maybe. But maybe
