SIXTEEN
Angie and Brian were in the kitchen when Detective France entered the diner. Brian saw him through the passthrough, so he came out to the dining area to greet him.
“Detective,” he said, wiping his hands on the apron he wore before extending one to shake the other man’s hand.
“Brian. I need to speak with you, if you have a minute?” the detective asked.
“Sure. Let’s go over here,” Brian said, directing the detective to a nearby booth.
The two men sat in the booth, and France began the discussion. “I have no good news, I’m sorry to say.” The detective leaned forward on the table. “We have collected zero evidence. Absolutely nothing to point toward anyone who committed the crime.”
“That is bad news.”
“It gets worse. We don’t think Mary was the intended victim.”
“What does that
