Eleven
Ambrose sighs loudly as he puts his phone down and tosses his pen on his desk.
"Everything okay?" I ask, fiddling with my mug.
"Yes and no. Yes, because we've just confirmed Patricia's alibi. Her neighbour remembers seeing her and said her car never left the drive."
I nod, I can see how that's both good and bad. I don't feel like Patricia is guilty, but it's nice to have the confirmation that I'm right. "And no, because that means we have no leads."
"Exactly. I suppose Patricia might've had alternate transport but it's starting to look less and less likely." He rubs the slight stubble forming on his chin. "This case is a pain. It's hurting my head."
"Walk on the beach?" I suggest. That often helps clear his head.
He smiles gratefully. "Yes, I'd love that."
We pack up the cas
