Date for Murder (2012)
“the Chief said. They were seated in a far corner of the living room; Mark and the Chief on a divan, Myra in a chair opposite them. She seemed quite composed, her features steady in their sharpness. Mark watched her hands. The nails were long and unpainted, and she was plucking at a little knot in the hem of her loose slack shirt.
“Such as what was I doing walking on the railroad tracks at four-thirty this morning?” she smiled.
“Yeah, that too,” the Chief said.
“I was simply taking a walk,” she said. “As I told Mark—” she inclined her head toward him with a smile—”I have a financial problem and I was trying to puzzle it out.”
“You come up here?”
“Not within a few hundred yards. I was that close to the west edge of the grove,” she said.
“Can you prove that?”
Myra laughed, a metallic laugh. “Can you prove otherwise?”
The Chief spread his hands. “Okay, if that’s the way you’re going to be.”
“But it isn’t,” she said. Her smile softened her features.
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