McGrew chewed as little as possible and swallowed, trying not to gag. But it seemed the woman had gone to so much trouble, he had to eat something, just to be polite. He dabbed at his mouth with a napkin and looked at the couple. “Can one of you tell me a little about Beth? What she was like, who her friends were, that sort of thing.”
Ted Donner’s ramrod posture in the straight-back chair didn’t shift at all. He wore a gray pinstripe suit and red tie, wing tips. “There isn’t much to say about our daughter, detective. She led a sedentary life, almost isolated. She had few friends, did little. I suspect she was lonely. Her self-esteem wasn’t what you’d call ‘elevated.’”
McGrew watched as a pained expression crossed Kate Donner’s face. Glancing out of the corner of her eye at her husband, s
