Chapter Five
I said in a low voice, “Freddie reminds me a lot of Irene Bell. At least, from what I’ve heard about Irene. Do you know her?”
Grayson shook his head. “I don’t think I’ve met her.”
“According to her aunt, she’s something of a big spender.”
Grayson chuckled. “I don’t know what it’s like to be a big spender. And, if I’d wanted to find out, I should probably have picked a different profession.”
“Same,” I said dryly.
“I’m going to head next door and talk to Brownie and Lyle. Want to join me?”
I felt a little leery. “The neighbors? You’re just going to go knock on their door?”
Grayson shrugged. “They might be able to provide a different perspective on Esther. It wouldn’t go in the article, of course, but it might help shed some light on why Esther died. Freddie seemed to thi
