Chapter 11
Forgive me, it’s been such a trying day.” Ralph’s unctuous tone made me even more uneasy. “I never would have known … and this morning when you were ordering people around, you seemed so distraught.…” He tilted his bald head and closed his amber eyes, as if struggling to recall the events. Then he shook his head. “Terrible tragedy. The police even questioned me, since I was out on my walk when …” He paused. “But why are you here now? I mean, if you want to catch up on old times, then give me a call and we can set up a lunch or something.… I’ll bring some pictures of Jill, she’s playing soccer down in New Mexico.…” His voice trailed off. A country-club doctor choosing to have lunch with a caterer who was married to a cop? Not likely, regardless of our history. But Ralph pressed
