"Talk to me about your sister-in-law. Tell me all you know about Charlene."
Artie just said that the task force investigating the crimes checked out all the girls working at the Freiberg. So Artie had to know. Had to know his sister-in-law was a w**********l. Maybe even more than just a w**********l. Maybe he suspected she was the next intended victim. And maybe that was making him an emotional wreck.
thatArtie"s hand stopped in mid-motion as it was lifting his coffee cup to his face. A scowl slid across his usually boyish features like the sudden roll of a summer"s rain squall. Short, powerful, but quickly dissolving into nothing. Setting the cup down he sighed, ran a hand across his lips, jerked his eyes toward the waiter for a moment before turning his attention back to the whispering
