King said, “No, she was killed in the stable.”
“But why Sally?” Eddie demanded.
Williams looked at King, who said, “She’d come forward with important information that ruled out Junior’s having committed the burglary at your mother’s home.”
Now Remmy looked surprised. “I’d already figured he hadn’t done it, but how could Sally possibly have proof of that?”
“She did, and we’re going to leave it at that for now,” said Williams.
“Did what she tell you implicate someone else?” asked Eddie.
“No,” admitted King.
“Then why kill her?”
“I don’t have the answer to that. I don’t have the answer to a lot of things.”
Bailey spoke up. “But what we do know, Eddie, is that you were drugged last night, and while you were out, someone killed Sally. Someone who knew her routine and that she’d be in the stables at that hour of the morning.”
Everyone remained silent for an uncomfortably long moment until Eddie exclaimed, “Are you suggesting that my wife—”
Bailey broke in. “I’m not suggesting anything. I’m just stating a plain fact. But Dorothea has come under suspicion.”
Eddie shook his head. “She’s a respected businesswoman.”
“With a drug problem, and possibly a murder suspect,” pointed out Remmy in a sharp tone.
“Shut up, Mother!” yelled Eddie.
This caught all of them off guard. Remmy slowly let go of her son’s hand.
Eddie pointed his finger accusingly at Bailey. “If you think for one minute that Dorothea drugged me and then killed Sally, you’re wasting everyone’s time while the real killer is getting away.”
“It’s our duty to investigate all possible leads,” said Bailey calmly.
“Including ludicrous ones?”
“You better get some rest, Eddie,” said King gently. “You’ve had a hard night.”
“Fine, I’d really like to be alone right now anyway.”
Eddie looked away from them all, his forearm over his face.
Remmy rose and headed to the door. “I’ll come and check on you later, son.”
“Whatever,” he answered curtly.
Remmy went to the door, then turned to Williams. “You know, it seems to me that we’re no further along than we were on day one. A lot of people killed and no progress.” She shot Bailey a vicious look. “And that includes the illustrious FBI. Makes me wonder what the hell I pay taxes for.” She left the room.
The men followed her out.
Michelle paused at the door and glanced back at Eddie. He still lay there, his face covered. She quietly left.
CHAPTER
74
TWO DAYS PASSED WITH NO