CHAPTER ELEVEN
“So just to be clear,” Hernandez said, the sarcasm in his voice unmistakable, “the ladies who lunch think we should be looking exclusively at pool boys, trainers, and maids as our primary suspects.”
“Well, the other two were less definitive,” Jessie clarified. “But the racist one definitely thought that was a good start.”
“Sadly, she’s far from the only one. As a dark-skinned guy, I was just waiting for someone to call me out.”
“You are a little sketchy,” Jessie poked.
“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” conceded Hernandez, grinning. “As to those other folks, we’ve already run some of them down. Her trainer was from Florida and moved back there a month ago, so he’s out. You’ll recall the maid had a vacation in Palm Springs. We’re locking that alibi down. In the meanti
