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happened if Spencer hadn’t come along and intervened.”
    Chas closed his eyes, knowing how bad the statement must have sounded to his coworker.
    “Spencer?” Jim raised his eyebrows.
    “Our handyman,” Missy explained. “He lives in the basement.”
    “Do you know if he was home last night, around eleven?”
    “I have no idea,” she shrugged. “I wasn’t quite myself last night.”
    “I understand,” the detective nodded, having heard the story from Chas. “I’ll want to speak with him and the woman who was in the coffee shop as well. Is there anything else that you can think of?”
    Missy sighed and nodded, not trusting herself to speak as panic set in. She knew it was irrational, knew that there was no way that Chas could have been involved in the murder of that horrible woman, but she also knew that turning over the letter that she’d found in the foyer could potentially seem incriminating. She gave her husband a long, loving look, silently begging for his understanding, and rose to go to the kitchen, coming back in moments and handing the letter to Jim.
    “This was laying on the floor in the foyer when I got up this morning,” she said dully.
    The detective held it by the corner, carefully. “Did you open it?”
    “No. It was already open,” she shook her head sadly. “But I did read it.”
    Setting the letter carefully on the table, Jim reached into the inside pocket of his windbreaker and pulled out a pair of nitrile gloves, snapping them on. He then picked it back up and took the sheet of paper out of the envelope to read it. When he was finished, he folded it back up, placed it into the envelope, and slipped it into an evidence bag that he pulled from an outer pocket on the windbreaker. He carefully took off his gloves and replaced them inside his jacket.
    Looking at Missy ruefully, he folded his hands and asked, “Melissa, do you know what time your husband came home last night?”
    “Just before midnight,” she replied.
    Jim looked from her to Chas and back again, then nodded. “Okay,” he said, sounding weary and disappointed. “I’d like to go see if Spencer is available to talk to, if you’ll show me where his basement door is, and I’ll need an address for the young lady from the cupcake shop,” he said, standing to go.
    “Kel had a fight with her, too,” Missy blurted out suddenly.
    Jim gave her an inquiring look and sat back down.
    Missy looked at Chas apologetically. “Our friend Kel, you know, Phillip Kellerman?”
    “Yes, I’m acquainted with Kel,” Jim nodded.
    “Good. Well, he was in Betty’s eating breakfast and got into an argument with a strange woman who was saying awful things about Chas’s family,” she turned from Jim to Chas. “I didn’t tell you about it, because you’ve been so busy lately that I didn’t want to bother you with yet another thing. Spencer told us that we should tell you, but I didn’t listen,” she said tremulously.
    “So, before you ever saw the victim, you knew that she had been saying bad things about your husband?”
    Missy shook her head. “No, the first time I saw her was when she came to the shop, then Kel told us about his encounter, and then I saw her with Chas, but I had no idea that the woman who bought a cupcake was the same woman who fought with Kel and then hit on my husband. I didn’t put all that together until I saw her on the beach.”
    “Where you attacked her,” Jim clarified.
    She nodded again, miserable.
    “I’ll have to speak with Mr. Kellerman, as well,” he made a note. “Anything else?”
    “No,” Missy replied softly.
    “Okay then,” his simple reply seemed to carry with it a premonition of doom. “Chas, will you show me to Spencer’s apartment?”
    “Of course,” the deflated detective agreed.
    Kissing Missy on the forehead on his way out, Chas led Jim out the back door and around the side of the house to Spencer’s private entrance to his basement apartment. A surprise waited for them