Chapter Three
Shirley, who was 50-ish, was more striking than she was beautiful, with large eyes and teeth and asymmetrical features.
“Sorry,” she said to Beatrice. “I was going to speak with the police, but they seem tied up right now. Do you know what’s going on here?”
Beatrice looked over at Ramsay, thinking that he might rather be the one to tell Shirley about Lester and gauge her response to his death. Ramsay caught her gaze, made what looked like quick excuses to Archibald, and joined them.
“Hi,” said Ramsay. “Could you tell me who you are?”
“I’m Shirley Keller. I’m dating Lester, who lives here.”
Ramsay blinked a little at her forthrightness. “Dating the married Lester.”
“What he does is his affair,” said Shirley with a shrug.
Ramsay wisely decided not to pursue this line of
