Chapter Ten
SASHA
“That’s all he asked about?” Sasha asked Sally Clark.
“Yes, he just asked me what happened. He wasn’t here this morning, was he?”
Sasha scratched her chin. “This morning?”
“Yes. He said he was with the police department. Said he was here to clarify my, um, official statement.”
“You haven’t made an official statement,” Sasha said, looking in the woman’s eyes. “We’ve put nothing on paper. And he isn’t with the police department.”
“Are you sure?” Sally Cark asked, leaning to the side with a briefly-alarming wobbliness. “Because he was very persuasive.”
“Was he?” Sasha asked, already turning to leave. “Wait, just one more thing.”
“Yes?”
“Did you recognize him?”
She shook her head slowly. “Um, no.”
“You sure?”
“Yes!”
Sasha knew better than to outright ask if he l
