Bruce sat in the recliner, studying Rocky. He was a little tired after a late night. He recalled Emily’s smooth, silky skin in his hands and the gentle moans that escaped from her full lips as they made love. He forced her from his mind by concentrating on Rocky.
Now was not the time for him to be thinking about his latest conquest. His beloved sister had been murdered, and despite what Trudy thought, as far as he was concerned, this scumbag remained a suspect.
But doubts remained. This overweight, balding, middle-aged man didn’t look like the type who ran around on his wife, never mind killing anyone, though looks could be deceiving. Sharon must have thought Rocky had something, but he couldn’t see it. He sighed to himself. There was no accounting for his sister’s taste in men.
“So, wh
