Chapter 8
My fear was growing that Chablis might have thought that I had some type of involvement in Dewey’s murder. It had not struck me until this moment but Chablis looked like he had come to life out of an Agatha Christie mystery. This included the pointed beard and a well-tailored suit. He had befriended me yet seemed to be using it to pull me into an imaginary web of intrigue. He was pressing me like he had some type evidence that implicated me and his questions were becoming annoying.
He continued with, “At six forty five that evening, you were talking to a known terrorist outside the Majestic.”
“He has been a reliable source of inside information. I had no idea he was a known terrorist.”
“That’s consistent with investigative results gathered thus far. It’s amazing you can remem
