Chapter Two
“Can you tell us what you have on Betsy Longcore?” Leslie politely addressed the rotund detective behind the metal desk. She and Robin felt as if they had been shoe-horned into the cramped office where there was hardly a breath of air to be had. Robin coughed, while they both attempted to peer through the cloud of smoke surrounding them. The blustery detective was exactly the kind of man they abhorred, reason enough to enjoy the company of women.
“A knife, Betsy Longcore’s knife, complete with her fingerprints. She and the Roman lady were into this bondage stuff, figure she got a little too into it, if you know what I mean, and she stabbed her. There are enough reported arguments between them to suggest a decent motive.”
“Betsy found the body?”
“Betsy Longcore killed her.
