Detective France entered Rachel"s office, right at his scheduled time.
"Morning, Rachel," He said, nodding. "I have some good news."
"So you said on the phone. You’re going to tell me who killed Eneida?"
"Yes, and that I"ve filed charges for murder one," he said, sitting in the chair.
Rachel was impatient to know. "Well, tell me, who did it?"
The detective answered with one word, "Lola."
Rachel fell back into her chair, silenced from shock and slack jawed.
"She was right under our noses all along. And I’ll take a bottle of water, if you don’t mind," he said.
Rachel reached behind her chair for the mini fridge, opening the door.
"How is that possible? She"s such a meek, beaten-down woman who was abused by her low- life husband," Rachel said, handing the bottle to the detective, als
