Before last night, I would have told him he needn’t take his responsibility toward me so literally. This morning I was glad to see his protective ex-Marine bulk surveying the parking lot as I stepped from the Jeep. I’d slept little last night, tossing and turning as I worried about once again placing myself in harm’s way. I had no training as a sleuth and none of the tools available to the county detectives. All I could do was hope Batswin and Robbins made a swift arrest in this case. I wanted nothing to do with the investigation into Philomena’s murder. Yet here I was, blackmailed smack into the middle of it. As we headed into the building, I said, “You spent a good deal of time chauffeuring Philomena around. Do you have any ideas who might have wanted her dead? Mr. Gruenwald thinks the police suspect him.” “Mr. G. didn’t kill her.” “How do you know that?” “I know Mr. G.” “He also thinks the police might suspect Mrs. Gruenwald.” Tino narrowed his eyes and stared at me for a full ten seconds before bursting out in raucous laughter.
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