CHAPTER NINE
The Frankfield Inn’s bar had been surprisingly good the night before, not just for drinks but for the food. It was not, however, open for breakfast or lunch. That’s how Kate and DeMarco ended up at an IHOP the following morning, having an early breakfast after checking in to no results at the Frankfield PD. They pored over the case files as they sipped coffee and nibbled from massive breakfast plates that Kate knew would go mostly uneaten.
“No way you look at this do Karen Hopkins and Marjorie Hix seem alike in any way other than their age,” DeMarco said. “Not in their professions, not their interests, not their contacts, nothing.”
“Well, nothing except husbands that didn’t value them,” Kate pointed out.
“And if there were no affairs that we know of, what does that leave?”
