8
Bed, Bite, and Bye
“Please, have a seat.” Blaine gestured expansively, leaving the choice to us. Once I’d settled into an armchair and Alex was perched on the edge of an uncomfortable-looking sofa, Blaine said, “So how exactly can I help you?”
His smile was so fake it made my eyes hurt. Or maybe it was the brightness of his veneers.
Per his usual, Alex didn’t take notes, he simply started asking questions. “When did you discover Tabitha had been killed?”
“I thought that was clear. Not until you contacted me during lunch to make this appointment. It came as a complete surprise to me.”
I tried to keep a straight face as he spouted the blatant lie.
“You haven’t spoken with Gladys?” I asked. “Or texted with her?”
“No, not today. Should I be concerned?” He made sustained direct eye co
