“Heat. He’s gotta feel the heat.” Detective B.N. Hussein shouldered his way past Mark in the crowded detachment. “This Robertson is a cool character. Got an alibi backed up by his Chinese partners and the clerk at the motel. Something’s fishy in China. Too much money flowing and not enough steaks in Robertson’s freezer.”
“Think he was desperate for cash?” asked Mark as he pulled out a hard wooden chair and straddled it. “We’re looking for motive and opportunity.”
“We know it,” replied the detective. “Mrs. Williams was going to change her will. The boyfriend knew it. Someone made the move too soon. She hadn’t changed her will yet. Unless there’s a codicil somewhere?” His dark hair was smoothed down with some sort of shiny hair product. A packet of English mints sprawled on the desk calend
