CHAPTER ELEVEN
Riley was struck by the woman’s expression of extreme distaste—and perhaps of something worse.
Still stroking the woodwork, Ellery said, “This could be the work of Otis Redlich. He also lives and works in Williamsburg. Pretty close to here, in fact.”
Riley watched the woman’s reaction as she said, “I take it you don’t like him very much.”
Ellery shuddered again. She spoke in a distinctly gloomy tone.
“I used to like him. We were once good friends. Rivals, but friends. He’s a woodworker too, you see. Specializes in furniture restorations. He also makes sand timers.”
Ellery fell silent for a moment.
“He was a good man, back while his wife was still alive. Charming, funny, intelligent, a wonderful conversationalist. As you can see, I don’t get out much, don’t socialize.
