“Let’s hope.” Will reached for his tea and sipped from the mug; Rosemary guessed the liquid inside must have been lukewarm by that point, even if her mother had made him a fresh cup. He didn’t seem to mind, though. Expression thoughtful, he went on, “Did he say anything about interviewing me?”
Since she’d been expecting that question, it was easy enough to answer. “Yes, he wants to talk to you, but he said he was willing to wait until you felt up to it.”
“I’d prefer to get it over with.”
Rosemary could understand that. Much better to meet with the detective, offer a couple of not very helpful tidbits of information, and then get on with their lives. Still, a lot would depend on how Will felt in the morning. He seemed awake and aware now, even though he still looked far too pale, but she
