CHAPTER TWELVE
Redlich’s words left Riley speechless. This man was a step ahead of them.
But if Otis Redlich noticed her surprise, he gave no sign of it. He just kept talking.
“That is what you’re here about, isn’t it?” he said. “After all, weren’t sand timers found at both of the murder scenes? And how many craftspeople in this vicinity are known to make timers of that sort? Oh, there’s Ellery Kuhl, of course, but I’m sure you’ve already eliminated her as a suspect. A harmless little woman, obviously.”
Redlich let out a growl-like chuckle.
“Now where was I during the times in question? Well, I could tell you that I was here at home in bed. But would you believe me? I can’t prove it.”
Riley’s brain clicked away as she tried to figure out what was going on. Redlich could easily have f
