THE LIGHTS ARE ON AT the Myer house when we arrive.
“Now, listen,” Helen says before we get out of her car. “Don’t say anything, Tom.”
“I won’t say a word,” I raise my hand to swear.
“That’s what you always say. I can interrogate a suspect without your help, you know? I’ve been doing this job for a long time.”
“I know all that,” I say. “So, is she a suspect?”
“You’re the reason we’re here, Tom! What do you think?”
I didn’t want to think what I had been thinking. But there was only one woman I could think of who had motive to murder Rachel Watson, whose appearance at her door wouldn’t surprise her.
A few moments after Helen knocks, Win Myer opens the door. “Detective,” he says pleasantly to Helen. Looking at me with a slight scowl, he says, “Father.”
“I hope we’re not interrupting,”
