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If this case went on too long, they might have another murder on their hands.
“The food must be good if your exes keep coming back!”
Some bosses might have given her a pay raise. Ian made her his girlfriend.
“The man’s about to get fired, the least you can do is eat his damn satay.”
He became what everyone wanted him to be.
People who looked like Rosie could get away with anything.
“Run away from him, darling. Run as fast as you possibly can.”
“You may call me what you like.”
It was a gift, her ability to make one feel stupid without raising her voice, breaking a sweat, or even lifting an eyebrow.
while he could be a darling, more often than not he was a jerk.
Ian was the kind of man you noticed.
He was a light.
If Ian had someone in his sights, there was very little they could do to stop it happening.
You’d think he could at least pretend to like his children,
Especially since they usually did a reasonable job of pretending to like him.
Li waited. But Daisy didn’t reply.
if you’re looking to find fault in someone, you tend to find it.
He thought he might kill him, right there in the kitchen.
Daisy wore a look on her face that Max had never seen before. Contempt. “You’ll regret that,” she told him, and she left.
although she was sleeping with Ian, she didn’t know him all that well.
Emma Davies, Detective Li observed, was the ultimate cool girl.
“No,” she said. “I wasn’t alone. I was in bed with Max Curley.”
Ian’s bellowing was practically background noise here.
Rosie already knew she’d made a mistake marrying Ian. It had become 42obvious within days of the wedding.
“Because I had to find a way to live with myself,” she said. “Clearly you didn’t have that issue.”
You don’t know anything about the tape that was jammed in the lock to prevent it from locking?”
But she couldn’t finish the threat. Because Ian put his hands, tight, around her throat.
At some point, her father would come out. Then, for at least a few seconds, she’d be important to him. Because she’d be the reason he lived . . . or died.
every wife threatens to kill her husband. On a daily basis! Ex-wives do it on an hourly basis!”
And there it was. Danny and Daisy had alibis. Which meant they were, officially, out of suspects.
It seemed fitting to Yvette, Ian’s life ending at the hands of a vengeful father. Almost biblical? An eye for an eye.
She wasn’t a hit man, of course; she was a private investigator. And, in this case, she considered herself more of a project manager. She hadn’t organized the hit—it was going to happen with or without her. Her role was to make sure the wrong person didn’t go to jail for it.
The
It hadn’t taken Yvette long to get to the bottom of what happened the night of the party, and during that time she learned enough about Ian Curley to know that she wanted to be involved in his takedown.
How can there be so many people who want to kill one man?” Detective Li complained. “And not one of them without an alibi?”
there was a lot more to little Danny than people liked to think . . .
Danny kicked the door closed with a heavy thump, and the freezer seemed to moan in thanks.
Some crimes, I think, are best left unsolved.
