Mary Ann LaPlante raised her hand to her mouth. “Watch your language,” she said.
Jim sure didn’t know how to get along with women, Dana noticed. He’d probably annoyed his wife by swearing a lot when the kids were around.
“I am watchin’ it,” Jim said. “Nothin’ wrong with what I said.”
Bill nudged Dana. “Aren’t we supposed to be talking about Violet?”
“You’re right. Thanks, honey. Anybody have a good story?”
They all looked at each other.
Jim said, “Ya know what? Larry’s the only friend of Violet’s with no alibi. All the single guys here were drinkin’ with me the night she was killed.” He picked up the pitcher and poured himself a fresh glass of beer. The foam rose and spilled over the rim on the table, then trickled down onto Steve’s pant leg.
“That does it!” Steve said. “Can somebod
