Three nights later, Linda waited for CeCe to answer his door.
“Just a minute,” he said.
His frantic call suggested he wanted to get something off his chest, and Linda hoped it would be the murders.
She took a deep breath.
CeCe answered, barefoot and in jeans. “You came.” His lavender shirt hung open,
showing his surprisingly toned chest.
Linda clutched her purse. “Are you all right?”
He hugged her, sniffing her neck. “Thanks so much for coming.”
“Sure.” She pulled away with a shaky smile. “You sounded funny on the phone.
Did something happen?”
“No, no.” He helped her inside and hung her purse on the door. “Let’s go into the living room.”
She followed him.
He faced her when they got in the room. “I hope I didn’t alarm you.”
“Your call startled me.” She pushed her hair behind he
