At the point Rachel thought everyone had made their entrance and exit, in walked Loretta. She was dressed impeccably in her usual attire of a pantsuit, this one lemon yellow, even though the temperature was well into the nineties.
“Rachel, dear, you look tired,” Loretta said as she sat across from Rachel
“I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” That was certainly an honest statement.
“I can understand that.” Loretta looked compassionately at Rachel. “Eneida was your friend, wasn’t she?”
“Yes. So, I’m more than a little upset by all of this.” Rachel sank back into her chair. “I can’t imagine who would want her dead.”
“There are a lot of sickos roaming around. I’ve had encounters with more than my share of degenerates. A police detective rarely associates with wholesome people when on
