Chapter 5Joe stared at the woman in the wheelchair for a full minute before his racing thoughts put words together and got them out of his open mouth. “Maggie who?”
The woman frowned, pulling the blue blanket she had draped over her shoulders closer around her. “Mazursky. Come, come now. We’re beyond pretending, aren’t we?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just here to read the meter. Now that you mention it, Mazursky was the name on the doorbell.” Joe smiled weakly, feeling very sick. He felt his lower lip begin to tremble and tried constricting his face muscles to stop it.
The woman’s hawk-like features took on a determined stare. “Look, I saw you enter and leave Maggie Mazursky’s apartment the day she was killed. Cut the s**t with me. I don’t want it. I don’t need it.”
