he asked the minute I picked up the phone. “You’ve heard about Ms. Forbes.” “Of course I have. Hans Muller called to tell me. You were there?” “Yes. Not when she was killed. Muller called me and—it doesn’t matter. It’s horrible.” “Hans says the police are treating him as though he’s a suspect.” “That’s reasonable. She was found in his house. He says he found her. Did he say why he took so long to get home, Vaughan? He left your house at eleven-thirty. He didn’t arrive at his cottage until four. Where was he?” “He didn’t mention that. How were you treated?” “Fine. The detective who interviewed me was a perfect gentleman.” “I’m glad to hear that. What are you doing today?” “I haven’t decided. I’d like to find out about Jo Ann’s family. Another young life snuffed out.” “Anything I can do to help?” “Not that I can think of. But if I come up with something, I’ll certainly ask.” “Fair enough. Jess, Ms. Forbes’s murder—and we know this one is murder—changes things.
