Chapter 88
APRIL
That evening, I watched the local news station, KTLA, with wicked delight.
“Lucy Sykes, the wife of Eddie Sykes, has been arrested for his murder. Sources of ours have told us that she was booked at the LAPD precinct on Olympic Boulevard sometime this afternoon. You may remember that her husband was shot to death by a Little League field around two weeks ago. The LAPD had been tight-lipped on the case, but we now have the arrest of his wife. More to come on this story. You can be sure of that.”
When I finished relishing in Lucy’s arrest, I reminded myself that this was far from over. There was a very good chance that Lucy was singing to the LAPD right now. I continued to believe she or they had nothing on me, but I shouldn’t get on my high horse just yet.