“What are you going to do?” my aunt asked.
“What I"d like to do is go beat the crap outta that guy. Unfortunately, the Fifth Amendment prevents me from such behavior. What I"m going to have to do is call the county boys up in Wisconsin where this crime happened. They didn"t get the full story, obviously. For some reason Arline didn"t come forth and tell them what happened. Which, if she were alive today, I"d have to charge her with obstruction.” He blew out a frustrated breath.
“Maybe Corbin threatened her,” I said, thinking about how quickly he produced that switchblade on me. “He"s a very threatening guy. Especially if he hit Margo like those pictures plainly showed.”
Weeks drew both hands over his weary face, and then pressed them together, fingers under his nose, nesting against the
