An uneasy silence followed the remark. Betty broke it by saying, “Oh. You know?”
“Yes,” Smith nodded. “I know.”
Morrow drew a few trees to shade the cottage he had drawn then began to sketch a post on which to hang a name plate.
Looking at Eagan, Smith inclined the back of his head toward the heavily draped window behind the chair on which he sat. “Make certain there is no one out on the small balcony, will you, Sam?” He explained to the others, “I’ll never forget the time a killer waited out there for me. It was close, too close, that time. I wouldn’t want it to happen again.”
Parting the drapes behind the chair, Eagan reported, “No one out there,” then returned to stand in the big French windows.
“You say you know who killed Lydia and the man who was found in Papa Bianco’s garden?”
