Arthur chuckled at her expression. “Damn. That look could kill. Just asking. Have you worked up a way to tell mother and father he is not who they think he is? He is exactly like Lisa and you know it. Fake.”
“You ask stupid questions,” she muttered. “Shouldn't you be focusing on something else?”
“He’s still your boyfriend, right?” Arthur teased.
She rolled her eyes, but something about her face didn’t reset right. The silence crept in again, heavier this time.
Who knew what was in her mind? Arthur set the empty glass down on the counter and rubbed his hands together.
“Rita… about earlier. That call the police got. Someone said they saw me…” he stopped, looked away for a moment “....saw me hurting Lisa.”
Rita’s brows lifted slightly.
Arthur continued, “They described the top floor.
