Chapter 10
Monday dawned bright and sunny, which matched Tony’s mood perfectly. After eating breakfast, he settled down to start work on reading, revising, and editing his newest book, hoping it was half as good as he’d thought when he wrote the first draft.
It was well into the afternoon when he came up for breath, realizing there was a reason he was hungry—and for the moment, brain-dead.
He’d just finished making a thick sandwich and begun eating it when there was a knock on his door. Setting the sandwich back on the plate on the end table by the sofa, he went to see who was there, half afraid it was Detective Sanders again, with more questions. Or to tell me there’s been another murder. He shelved that idea, since he hadn’t heard any sirens, which he figured he would have if the poli
