"What makes Detective Hudson think you had something to do with Yana's death?" Sarah asked.
"I believe I had you to thank for that," Ryan replied.
"And you are still talking to me?" Sarah shook her head and took a sip of tea. It was passable if a little too sweet. "Sorry. So could you give her an alibi for Friday night?"
Ryan shook his head. "After about ten-thirty or so, I have nobody who can prove where I was."
"And was Yana killed after ten-thirty?" she asked Ryan.
He shrugged. "Tanya Hudson did not say. But why else would she ask?" he replied.
The burgers arrived meantime, and to Sarah's surprise, they were really not bad. Not quite as good as Garozzo's, but better than she had expected. Not too greasy, and with a bun that did not disintegrate between her hands. She even ate a fe
