A Murder is Going Down

NOW

It’s not what I’m expecting. Not when I’ve just dropped the Elena in a wheelchair bombshell. It derails me.

‘Um, no. Why?’

Marianne looks at me for longer than is entirely comfortable. If a stranger looked at me like this in public I’d be crossing to the other side of the street.

‘No reason,’ she says, which is not a proper answer.

Since I’m not sure I want to hear the real one, I keep talking.