Megan made a clucking noise with her tongue. “Whoever he is, marry him and keep us in the style to which we’d like to become accustomed.” “He works in Public Relations.” “Whoever he is, murder him and make it look like an accident, but make sure you get away with his wallet,” Megan amended. “Thanks for the vote of murder-confidence,” I said. She flashed me a bright, toothy smile. “I always have faith in you when it comes to murder.”
