awkward quiet settled over the room. Knowing heâd been rude, knowing heâd been uncooperative, George was still more perturbed than sorry. With each passing minute, he grew more agitated. Why was Mary Helen putting him through this torture? Why did she always think she knew what was best?
âI need a drink.â At the bar, he poured a vodka, splashed in a smidge of tonic, and added a lime for good measure.
âFeeling better now, darling?â
George tensed at her sarcastic tone. âYes, yes I am,â he said, and lifted his glass to them both. He guzzled the drink and reached for the bottle. âIn fact, I think Iâll have another.â
Mary Helenâs eyes, hard as blue marbles, followed him to the sofa. âIf youâre quite through?â
George took another sip. He did feel better. âWhat do you want to know?â
Clearing his throat, Larry rattled off one question after another. He wrote down each answer, gradually taking George through the events of the previous evening. âWhere did you go when you left the club?â
âHome. To my apartment.â
âYouâre sure? You didnât stop anywhere? Get gas? Buy cigarettes? Anything like that?â
Frowning, George didnât answer. He thought maybe he had stopped for cigarettes, but he couldnât remember.
âWell?â Mary Helen pursed her lips.
âI donât remember.â He wanted a cigarette at that moment, but his wife didnât allow them in the house. âI might have stopped, but it could have been the night before. I might be mixed up.â
Larry put down his pen, eyes questioning. âYou donât know whether you stopped anywhere?â
âNo,â he said. âI had a lot to drink at the club.â
His wife snorted. âImagine that.â
Ignoring Mrs. Vandenbergâs sarcasm, the attorney focused on George. âFine. You think you went straight home. Weâll go with that for now. Did you go straight to bed? Watch TV?â
George remembered the clothes strewn across the bedroom and bathroom. âI think I went straight to bed.â
âHe probably passed out,â Mary Helen said. âI tried calling him about eleven or so and no one answered. I wanted to remind him about his conference call with Daddy, although I donât know why I bothered.â George cradled the empty glass and belched. She shot him a look. âPerfect.â
Larry pressed his lips together. âWell, itâs good that a lot of Âpeople saw you at the club.â He picked up his notepad, stood, and addressed Mary Helen. âIâm sorry I have to go. Lucy and I are going to the ballet tonight, and sheâll kill me if Iâm late.â
âThank you for coming on such short notice, Larry.â Mary Helen followed him to the door, her smile strained. âYouâll let me know if you find out anything?â
âOf course.â The lawyer shook their hands.
âFind out what?â George asked after the attorney was gone.
âWhat do you think? For Godâs sake, George, sometimes you are so dense. Dr. Michaelâs murder! Iâd like to know what happened to Dr. Michael. Wouldnât you?â Averting his eyes, he made no comment. Trailing him back to the bar, Mary Helen kept at him. âThe police will probably find out who all his patients were and start asking questions, and who knows what theyâll dig up. What if they find out about you, George?â Unresponsive, he flopped on the sofa, a fresh drink balanced on his chest. âYou donât even care, do you? Even if you didnât have anything to do with whatever happened to that doctor of yours, what about us? What if they find out about you and what you did before?â
âI didnât kill Dr. Michael.â
âHow would you know?â She threw her hands up in the air. âYou canât even remember if you stopped for cigarettes.
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