“All right,” Detective Baines said as soon as he took a seat across the booth from Jim and Alan. “Tell me exactly what you heard, to the best of your recollection, Mr. North.” He waved away the waitress when she started toward the table.
“One of the men said, ‘When can this charade end,’ or something like that.” Alan replied. “The other man, it had to be Bob Gray, replied that he had to stay in mourning to keep up appearances. No, it was, ‘It wouldn’t be right for me to stop mourning too soon.’ Then the first man said ‘It’s been a month. I’m tired of sneaking around. We did enough of that before Neil died.’”
“Then what?”
“I wasn’t in there, so I can’t say for sure, but I think they must have kissed or…” Alan shrugged.
“You saw them leaving afterward.”
“Yes. First Bob, and then Ken, le
