CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
I get home minutes before Blondie. I fix some grilled cheese sandwiches, a salad, and ice tea while Blondie changes into her robe. She joins me and I tell her that the possible Broaddus-Williams insurance tie-in is out the window. Otherwise, I keep the talk away from work until we finish dinner.
I can't hide it any longer. I tell Blondie the radical step I have taken to establish that this is a major case of homicide. I want to force a break that can bring about the capture of the killer and bring the case to a conclusion.
Blondie looks as though she has been hit with a sledge hammer. "You did what?"
I explain again how I wrote a feature story, both for local consumption and for national syndication. It will run under the photographs of George Williams and Harold Sev
