Uh-oh. Frankie and I sat on each of the beds in my room, ate the pizza that we had ordered and watched TV while we waited for Marlowe. We didn’t talk much. Frankie spent much of his time taping his phone. I wondered who he was talking to. Then again for all I knew he was shopping. My mind kept wandering to the lady lying dead in my park. Who was she? Why was she there? Who would have possibly wanted to kill her? And why? I couldn’t imagine getting angry enough with someone to take their life. Hit them, yes. Take their life, no. Then again, maybe the killer didn’t mean to take her life. Maybe they just got angry at her. Finally, several hours after Frankie and I had arrived, Marlowe showed up. He didn’t ask too many questions. He just wanted us to go over what happened at the ceremony today. He made one of us leave the room while he talked to the other. I wondered why, after all if Frankie and I wanted to confirm our stories or lie about anything we’d already had plenty of time to talk it over with each other.
