Chapter Eighteen
Star Witness
Mrs. Roman and I sauntered over to Mort. But his nervous reaction indicated that he thought we were closing in on him. “Relax,” Mrs. Roman said soothingly.
“What did you want to talk about?” Mort fidgeted.
“New Year’s Eve,” I said.
“I’ve already told Mrs. Roman everything I remember.”
“Not quite,” she smiled pleasantly.
“You gave someone exclusive use of one of the rooms in your mansion,” I said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“It’s very important that we know,” Mrs. Roman coaxed him.
He slumped into his chair, beaten by his obsession to please Mrs. Roman. “She said if I told anyone—” He stopped abruptly.
“She,” I repeated. “Of course. I feel so stupid. Suki Swisher, right?”
Mort remained quiet.
Mrs. Roman reassured him. “Whatever Suk
