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Dale raised his hands to try to shush Ralph, but the guy leaned forward in his chair and said even more loudly, “You think someone did him in?” Ralph let out a long string of obscenities foul enough to impress Samuel L Jackson. “I knew it! I knew drowning in a fishpond was too stupid to be true!”
Dale glanced around.
He’d only thought he’d been the center of attention before.
Ralph’s voice had carried throughout the cramped meeting room.
All those people who’d questioned him about Chester’s death had an even more intense look now. Dale would need a lot more than a body language cheat sheet to decipher all of those expressions, but they set his heart pounding and tightened his breath.
Near the edge of panic, Dale turned back to Ralph. “I do not think Chester was murdered.” I’m aski
