CHAPTER 15
She sniffed and stood up. “Absolutely not. How can you say such a thing? I think it’s time for you to go.”
“You have to call the police. Right now, from here. If Zelda has Tom Schulz—” I couldn’t finish. “Where was she yesterday morning?”
Lucille forced a smile. “I don’t know! Why do you keep insisting?” She moved toward the kitchen door. “I am so glad your son is feeling better. I’ll just go call him down from upstairs. The churchwomen have a funeral to plan, and I’m due at a meeting at five o’clock.”
She minced neatly out of the room, all of her control reasserted by the threat of my urgent desire to extract information. I watched her wide retreating body, her neat silver curls shining like a metallic shield. Dammit to hell.
In the corner of her kitchen I spotted a light-
