No one dropped his glass, no guilty looks were exchanged. Gloria was the first to speak. “Does that mean he will go back to prison?” “He has violated his parole, dear. Society has to be protected.” Jarman looked at me thoughtfully. “I thought you said a few minutes ago that you’d never met Mr. Rosa? Did I misunderstand you?” “No. You heard right. I found Johnny Rosa, but he was in no condition to talk to me. He was dead.” Both showed interest. It was like I was telling them the plot of a television program. I went on in a way that I thought might bring it all home to them. “Not only was he dead, but he was killed, murdered on the property of the family farm, Mrs. Jarman. I found him today in what you call Pop’s hole.” “That’s terrible. When did it happen? I mean, I’m truly shocked. That awful man. But I don’t understand how he came to be found at the farm?” “You’re sure that it’s Rosa?” Jarman asked. “Well, it’s somebody wearing his wallet.
