CHAPTER SIXThere were two buttons blinking on Marvia’s telephone, and when she picked up the handset the voice wasn’t that of Sherry Hanson but of a man. Within a few words she ID’d him, just at the point where he ID’d himself as Herbert Bjorner. He was not happy.
“I didn’t give permission to put my picture in the newspaper. Did you arrange that?”
Marvia let out a deep breath and murmured, Mama told me there’d be days like this. “I just saw it myself. I was as surprised as you, Mr. Bjorner.”
“What’s the matter with those vultures, don’t they have any respect? My brother is dead!”
“I’m really sorry. But since you phoned—”
“Do you have any information? Who did it? How they did it?”
“We’re still waiting for the coroner’s report. We don’t know that your brother’s death was due to other t
