Breaking Alibis
In the morning, Ribs and I got to work on a new case—a drug dealer found lying in the gutter on Navigation. I wasn’t excited by it, as he was probably killed by a rival dealer wanting to expand his turf.
If we were lucky, it wouldn’t be another dealer and it would turn out to be a pissed off parent of someone he sold drugs to, but there was a slim chance of that.
“What did you and Marissa do after we left?”
“Discussed the case. Mostly talked about the missing jewelry. She’s convinced that Hemphill’s wife kept them.”
“Kept them? What for?”
“She said it’s a woman thing. And I didn’t argue.”
“That’s the first smart thing you’ve done since Mary died.”
“What do you think? You think Marissa’s right? That Mrs. Hemphill kept the jewelry? And do you think she’s right about t
