“I need to talk to you.”
Andrea hesitated a moment before motioning for Imogene to enter. As she brushed past the young woman, Imogene caught sight of a worry wrinkle marring the smooth skin of Andrea’s forehead.
“You know, don’t you?” Imogene asked.
Andrea paused from securing the front door. She glanced at Imogene over her shoulder, her face half obscured by her curtain of hair. “Know what?”
“You know it was Tim who robbed the bank today.”
Andrea’s lower lip started to tremble. She more fell against than finished closing the door, and the latch caught with an ominous click.
“I didn’t know he was going to do it,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “I only found out when he came home just now. I thought he—”
“Babe,” a male voice called out from inside the apartment. “Who’s
