“Oh?” I said.
He shrugged. “Everyone knew he faked speaking to girls in the phone booth. Even Ori.”
“How are you certain that Ori knew?” I demanded.
“Easy. A week before the murder, I saw David confronting Ori. He grabbed Ori’s shirt, and Ori shoved him away. David shouted at him, ‘You think I was talking to myself? I’m telling you, the phone was working while I was on it. Something must have happened when I got off and you tried your call.’”
“And how then did this confrontation end?” Grandfather asked very softly.
Joshua’s hand motion stopped. “In classic Ori fashion. ‘Of course I don’t believe you were talking to yourself,’ Ori said. ‘Phone problems can happen at any time.’ That calmed David down.”
“And that was the end?” Grandfather asked.
“Yes, but as he left, David glared at Or
