CHAPTER NINETEEN
“WHAT ARE YOU WORRIED about?” Connie and Dee sat in the lounge eating lunch. “Jonathan is dead. You should shout it from the rooftops.”
“Connie.” Dee took the plastic lid off her salad. “I thought you’d be more sensitive.”
“The man put you through hell.” She bit into her whole grain ham and cheese sandwich, the spicy mustard stinging the inside her jaw. “Why can’t you move on?”
“Something’s off.” Dee crunched lettuce. “I can’t put my finger on it but it feels strange.”
CeCe strolled into the lounge with a folder, whistling.
“Talk about strange.” Connie swallowed her food.
CeCe stopped at the table with a goofy smile. “How are you today, Detectives?” He set the folder between them. “That’s the report from forensics on the findings in Hock Meadows’ car.”
Dee took it.
