23Otto Duranko could not have been any nicer. From the moment we walked into his office, he was welcoming, jovial, and perfectly courteous. He instantly put me at ease.
Peg was another story. She sat stiffly in one of the padded green chairs in front of his desk, kneading her polka-dotted red cloth sling purse, big eyes gaping from behind her matching magnifying glasses.
I couldn’t blame her. He wasn’t giving her any reason to tense up--any visible reason--but they had major history between them. I know how I’d feel, sitting across from my ex, asking for his help investigating the murder of the man I’d left him for.
Not fun at all.
“So good of you to join me, ladies.” Otto dropped his tremendous girth into the big black leather chair behind the desk. Rolls of fat strained at his
