“How could you have seen it?” Wendy asked, working her face into a scrunch as if trying to understand this.
“I was in the police station when they brought Lassiter in. Sheriff Weeks held up the murder weapon, asking him if it was his. He said it was.” I carefully omitted how I"d seen it with bloodstains on it.
Wendy and Nadine exchanged excited wide-eyed looks as if on cue.
“Anyone with a reason to kill her like that had to have access to the knife, had to have been there when Lassiter"s Harley was parked in the parking lot, and then, he waited.” And smoked those cigarettes. Maybe?
“But it wasn"t this Harley-riding guy?” Nadine asked.
“No. Like I said, he had an alibi,” I said. “Plus, I"ve learned that Arline"s place was tossed.”
“Tossed?” Nadine asked. Wendy had been looking down at
