For the next three weeks, Spence and Gregg spent as much time together as they could, considering the fact that Spence was writing seven to nine hours a day, determined to finish the book and send it off to his publisher.
Midway through the first week, Spence finally heard from Detective Dean—in person.
“I thought you might like an update,” she said after he answered the door and let her in.
“Coffee, first?” he asked.
“Coffee, always,” she replied, so they went into the kitchen, he poured coffee for both of them, and they settled at the island.
“Mr. Knightly hasn’t talked about the murders,” she told him, after taking a drink. “Obviously his lawyer made certain of that. However, he’s been a fount of information about Mr. Lehmann and his book theft enterprise. The Hemingway wasn’t the
