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“Mrs. Rusa, are you there?” Donna Lee Handy asked her guest. All traces of her smile were gone, and on her brow, heavily lined from years of hard frowns, was her trademark crease of dissatisfaction. “I asked if it was a coincidence that you searched for the exact details that would match the scene of your wife’s murder.”
“I’m here,” Gennie Rusa said through a clog of tearfulness. She cleared her throat. “That’s not true.”
Donna looked down at the paper and started to read....
Published on September 20, 2015 07:00