“So that’s what all the ceiling staring and quietness was all about. You’re worried about me, oh bull, I don’t get upset about that anymore, Mick was so long ago.” She pushed against him teasingly. “How was he killed? Do you know who did it? Was there any evidence around? How long had he been there?”
His lips curled as he listened to the questions. “You love it don’t you?”
“Well, I don’t like the idea of anyone dying, especially if it’s murder, my dear. But the other stuff, figuring out whodunit. I find that fascinating.” Her eyes lit brightly as she leaned in to kiss Don’s cheek.
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