CHAPTER TWENTY
“YOU’D BETTER HAVE A warrant, Dr. Honeybun.” Munk walked around his desk and looked down at the records Godric had spread before him. “Peter Garth’s records? What are you up to?” Munk’s eyes slid to his phone. He was obviously considering calling the police.
Alf stepped forward. “Peter Garth has been found dead, 'Deric. In the basement.”
Godric’s eyes widened. “Dead? How’s that possible?”
Dr. Munk reached for the pages on his desk. “That’s for the police to figure out. And right at this moment I’m thinking I should recommend that they take a close look at you people.”
Godric stood up, allowing Munk to have his chair back. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Dr. Munk,” he said
Munk reached for his phone. “Is that a threat, Dr. Honeybun?”
“Nah. I encourage you to call th
