CHAPTER FOURTEENAnd when Andy Thorp came he wasn’t yet any more like himself than he had been the day before. He ignored Lucy Lee completely, barely nodded to his mother-in-law and me, and turned to Colonel Primrose.
“I can thank you for muffing a big deal for me.”
He almost snarled it.
“You can thank yourself, Thorp,” Colonel Primrose said curtly. “When you begin to give right answers to the questions that are asked you, and quit telling the most childish falsehoods, you’ll be allowed to go about your business.”
Andy reddened under his sun-tanned hide.
“It would be rather pleasant for everybody if you’d stop being an i***t, Andy,” Alice said gently. “No one thinks you had anything to do with Sandra’s death.”
Andy looked at her an instant, said nothing, dug into his pocket and brough
