CHAPTER 22: SURPRISESLYDIA SCRUTINIZED ASHLEY’S FACE—SCORNFUL, UNCONCERNED—AND concluded that, whether or not she knew about Darla and Mack hooking up, she didn’t want anybody to know she cared.
“Didn’t you ask him? When you grilled him at our house. He must have told you.”
Detective Hall just smiled.
“Mack is a good boy!” Rita insisted. “He don’t kill anybody. He love my baby.”
“There. See? You didn’t have to send somebody all the way to Boston.”
“Don’t worry about it, Miss— Mrs.—”
“Ms. Dillon.” Ashley was emphatic. “If you think I’d trade that for Mrs. Makropolous, or Haggis Ashley for God’s sake . . .”
“Aha. Well, don’t worry, Ms. Dillon. Detective Altman has plenty else on his plate besides speaking with your husband.”
“Like what?” Pam interjected.
“Oh, he’ll see the other fe
