Chapter Eleven
Although I didn’t have a picture of my own, Roger was definitely on Google, considering the investment firm had all their counselors up on social media. I handed her my phone with the picture.
She studied it with narrowed eyes and then nodded. “Yep. That’s him.”
“You knew him? Or had met him?” I asked.
“Neither one. But I sure did hear him having a humdinger of an argument with someone not long before he croaked,” said Luna in a level tone.
I felt my eyebrows fly up. “Really? Where was this?”
“Oh, I was grabbing lunch at a deli—different deli from today. The funny thing was it was sort of ironic because I’d just been reflecting on what a nice, quiet day I was having and what a very quiet town Whitby was. The next thing I know, I’m hearing this argument in hissed voices
