Weeks had pulled up a padded office chair for me and I sat next to him at his desk. There was now a view of what he called The Interrogation Room, on his computer screen. Corbin sat at the wood table, looking as disgruntled as a man could look. Presently he was alone in the small eight by ten room, still in handcuffs. Weeks was grateful that I"d found Arline"s necklace, which I remembered while driving over here and gave to him when I arrived. The question of who"s necklace had been found in Arline"s death grip still buzzing around our heads like a pesky fly. Since Arline still had hers—and wasn"t a diamond to begin with—and AJ had his, it meant the other one belonged to someone with an April birthday and was present at the murder scene.
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