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apparent that your former wife had any number of acquaintances whose feelings about her were even more hostile than your own. You see, Mr. Frazier, someone murdered your ex-wife many years ago." |
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Raymond Armond hadn't finished his report. "But since you had made the arrangements, it only seemed prudent not to waste the power. Mistress Caron saw fit to dispose of all who knew and loved the one called Ruthie." The old man managed to twist the word "loved" into something sinister and hollow sounding. |
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Charlie was trying to catalog his emotions. He felt something akin to elation, but at the same time he felt cheated. "Ruthie is actually dead," he repeated. His victory, his moment of triumph was unexpectedly void of pleasure. He finished his drink and set the empty glass on the coffee table. "That's three of the four," he said flatly. ''What about my brother?" |
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"Ah yes," Raymond plodded on in his toneless voice. "There is the matter of Theodore to discuss, isn't there? And as you well know, Mr. Frazier, that matter was dispatched in the most timely of fashions." |
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"And that, old man, is where I've got you," Charlie crowed. "You can't take credit for that one. I was there. I know what happened. You |
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