Chapter 5
The next morning, Concordia and David took the Hunters Point ferry at the foot of Thirty-Fourth Street, then boarded the Long Island Railroad to East Hampton.
David helped his preoccupied wife to her seat as the porter stowed their luggage. “We must put this unpleasant business behind us, my dear. The police have the investigation well in hand.”
Concordia looked up and suppressed a snort. “Lieutenant Oliver is pursuing an entirely wrong line of inquiry. Rusty kept him in the dark about the most important factor in this case. How is he supposed to find the murderer?” Her voice rose in her agitation, turning heads in their direction.
David sighed and took the seat beside her. “You sound like Miss Hamilton,” he murmured. “Can we please forgo such terms as line of inquiry, case,
