Well, at least she attempted to pace—it wasn’t easy to accomplish with a walker. It hadn’t helped that it had been a morning—and evening—for screaming. Hal Quigley had called her before the end of the next segment on The Lowdown. Liza was just as glad the cop was on the phone. She figured he’d look pretty ugly, what with all the froth coming out of his mouth. Quigley had threatened arrest, interrogation, and possibly incarceration on Devil’s Island. Liza had argued that yet again she hadn’t hindered the police investigation; she’d been looking in places where Quigley hadn’t. Had he known about the connection between Ritz Tarleton and Chick Benson? That had led her to talk with Don Lowe. If Quigley had a problem, he should take it up with the boss of The Lowdown. No sooner had she gotten rid of Quigley than the phone rang again—this time with an aggravated Ava Barnes. Ava didn’t mince words. “If you have theories to share with a media outlet, maybe it should be the newspaper that pays you rather than some syndicated gossip show.”
