Chapter 10
I sat, stunned, for a few minutes as I tried to think of what to do. Finally the sergeant told me it was time to go.
“Criminals do that, don’t they?” he remarked as he walked me to the staircase. “Make ya feel awful whenever ya see ’em.”
I wanted to retort that Patricia was no criminal. I’d catered her wedding reception, for God’s sake. I’d seen her put a forkful of low-cal angel food cake into Frank Ingersoll’s waiting mouth. She’d burst out laughing when he’d swallowed it, and she’d winked at me. Even if she’d figured out Sandee was following Drew, and had been less than pleasant to deal with, it wasn’t all her fault. The sergeant had told her she was free to leave. So … she’d been let go. But I supposed sergeants became jaded and saw most of their charges as guilty. So ins
