“Why do you want her?” Myles asked sharply. “We’d like to talk to the cleaning woman who was in the Lambston apartment last week, sir. Does your daughter have her number?” “Oh.” Myles did not know why he experienced instant relief. “That’s easy. I’ll get it from Neeve.” Five minutes later, Tse-Tse called. “Neeve, I’m a witness.” Tse-Tse sounded thrilled. “But could I have them meet me in your apartment at one-thirty? I’ve never been interviewed by the police before. I’d kind of like you and your dad to be around.” Her voice lowered. “Neeve, they don’t think I killed her, do they?” Neeve smiled into the receiver. “Of course not, Tse-Tse. Sure. Dad and I are going to the twelve at St. Paul’s. One-thirty will be fine.” “Should I tell them about the creepy nephew taking the money and putting it back and Ethel threatening to disinherit him?” Neeve was shocked. “Tse-Tse, you said that Ethel was mad at him. You didn’t say she threatened to disinherit him.
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