Looking through the shelves, I could barely make out two people—Donna and Roger. Roger’s voice was icy in return, decidedly not the voice he was using at the event. “That’s because you persist in calling me at my campaign headquarters. What do you expect?” “I expect you to pick up! That’s the only way I can get in touch with you. It’s not like I have your personal number.” Roger gave an impatient sigh and recited it to her. Donna typed it into her phone. “Calling me at work has got to stop,” he said curtly. “And I need you to keep your voice down.” Donna snorted. “That’s easy enough. We’re at a library, after all.” She paused. “Look, I know you had something to do with it. You must think I’m a fool if you don’t realize that.” “I had absolutely nothing to do with Sally’s death. Not