“That’s why I checked him out. And it turns out Willie has an airtight alibi for the day your husband was killed.” My heart does a jumping jack inside my chest. “He… he does?” He nods. “Yes. He was playing in a Quidditch tournament all day up in Vermont. It was filmed. There’s no way he could have been responsible for Grant’s accident.” “What?” “It’s true.” “Wait. So Quidditch is an actual sport?” I ask incredulously. “And they film it?” “That’s right, Mrs. Lockwood,” he says solemnly. “Do they use broomsticks?” “They do.”
