Chapter Eleven
Foley looked a bit panicky again. “Got nothin’ to do with that, like I said.”
“I know. Maybe an alibi would help, just in case someone else asks you about it. Where were you when Royce was killed?”
“Don’t know when he was killed, do I? But that was when I was at the garage tryin’ to get my car fixed.”
Miles asked, “Did they fix it?”
Wanda croaked, “No money.”
Foley gave Wanda an admiring look. “That’s right. Yeah, they could fix it, but I couldn’t pay for it. Still sittin’ at the garage.” He glanced back at Myrtle. “Called Dusty an’ he had to pick me up since the car is broke for good.”
Myrtle nodded. “Now someone mentioned seeing you hanging around Royce quite a bit.”
Foley made a face. “Don’t hang around him. Wouldn’t have nothin’ to do with him!” He spat on the gr
