“Hold on, you haven’t told me anything yet about Suz’s murder. I don’t want to talk to you just about Patricia McCracken.” Frances began to rummage in her purse again while Marla popped a last bite of pie in her mouth. “Look, I’ve got a few things to show you.”
“Frances, I can’t tell you anything. You must be able to understand that—”
Her nicotine-stained fingers held out three newspaper clippings. Reluctantly, I took them. Marla peered over my shoulder. Frances swiped the hair out of her left eye and demanded curtly, “Tell me if either of you know either of these guys in the first one.”
Two smiling men held up glasses of wine to the camera. MERITMED HMO CELEBRATES NEBRASKA SUCCESS. Well, bully for them, and I hoped they were quaffing an Omaha vintage. But there was no doubt that I knew
