She looked at me. “What do you think?”“I need fresh air.”“Her life needs fresh air.” She suggested, “So let’s start with her.”“You mean, is she a suspect?”“She’s not. We both know that, don’t we? But she’ll have happy dreams tonight, imagining she did it. My sense is she wrote him out of her life.” She reconsidered her words and said, “That’s not exactly true. He was her boogeyman, the fount of all her miseries and unhappiness. Now she’ll miss him. You know?”“I know.”“But is she credible? Bitter people make poor witnesses.”“She’s very credible about what counts, and her bitterness is justified.”“You believe she deserves sympathy?”“I sure do. She built a life and a family around this guy. He turned into an asshole.”“There’s a stylish elegy. Can I borrow it for my write-up?”“You should hear my court summations. Come early. Long lines, and the ticket scalpers make a killing.”“I’ll bet you’re very . . . entertaining.”
