to care for them.
John took his sandwich from the oven and came and sat next to me. We both ate in silence for a few minutes. The cantaloupe was cool and refreshing, and the glass of mint iced tea John poured was perfect.
“Your sister came to see me this morning.”
“I know. She told Meme and me she was going to.”
John looked at me with concern. “Did you know she and Michael are having problems?”
I had a mouth full of food, so I shook my head. When I finally swallowed, I said, “not until yesterday.”
“Do you really think he’s cheating on her? I can’t believe it. He’s not that kind of a guy. He loves Sam and the kids.”
“So she told you about sitting across from his office at the time Mr. Sanjari was killed?” I really didn’t feel like getting into another argument, but I had to know what was going on with my sister.
“She did. I could see why she didn’t want to tell me, but I’m glad she did. I told her to stop. She needs to sit Michael down and work it out.”
“So you believe her?” I asked.
“I believe her. But just to be sure we checked the cameras in the parking lot. Your sister at least had the good luck to do her spying from a bank parking lot. Cameras all over. There she was, just like she said, at the time Mr. Sanjari was nailed.”
“So she’s off the hook?” I held my breath.
John looked at me and nodded, a big smile spread across his face. “She’s off the hook and it’s a good thing because I have a feeling if she went to prison, you’d probably want to go with her to keep her company.”
I jumped out of my seat and wrapped my arms around John’s neck, then placed a big kiss on his lips. “Thank you. I really didn’t want to go to jail and you’re right, Sam would never have made it on her own.” I sat back down and took a gulp of tea.
“What’s wrong?” I asked when I looked back at John and saw how serious he had become.
“Sam said she told Michael about Victor Sanjari’s passes. She said Michael didn’t like the guy at all, and didn’t like how his daughter was treating Kendall. Michael said the little girl was a bully and he thought that he and Sam needed to talk to Victor. Sam told him that Moshi’s mother had just died and things would get better after a while, but Kendall came home crying one day a couple of weeks ago and Michael had had enough.”
“I don’t blame him, but now that she’ll be living with her aunt, hopefully things will be better. What’s that look?”
“Your sister is thankfully off the hook.”
“But?” I had a bad feeling about this.
“But, Alex, I have to ask, and don’t get upset with me, but where the hell was Michael when Victor Sanjari was killed?”
Chapter 19
Just when I thought a night of passion might be in the offing, John had to go and act like a cop again. Geesh. And I had even put on my nice night shirt, not the one with the holes, which was actually a lot more comfortable.
At least our guest room was getting some action. I was beginning to wonder if I should move all my husband’s clothes in there, because if he was going to work his way down through my family as possible suspects, this was going to be a very long hot summer. And I wasn’t talking about hot in the passion sense. I’d make sure the air conditioning in the guest room was on the blink.
I was seated at the kitchen table the following morning enjoying a slice of toast, a cup of tea, and the left-over cantaloupe from last night when Detective Van der Burg walked into the kitchen. Yes, I was back to not using his first name.
“We’re supposed to have dinner tonight with Mary-Beth and Jeff. Are you still up for it or would you rather I not go?” John asked.
“You can go. No need for our friends to know all our dirty laundry,” I said with an air usually used by royalty. Who was I kidding? I had already emailed Mary-Beth the latest on the misguided murder investigation headed by the guy standing next to
John took his sandwich from the oven and came and sat next to me. We both ate in silence for a few minutes. The cantaloupe was cool and refreshing, and the glass of mint iced tea John poured was perfect.
“Your sister came to see me this morning.”
“I know. She told Meme and me she was going to.”
John looked at me with concern. “Did you know she and Michael are having problems?”
I had a mouth full of food, so I shook my head. When I finally swallowed, I said, “not until yesterday.”
“Do you really think he’s cheating on her? I can’t believe it. He’s not that kind of a guy. He loves Sam and the kids.”
“So she told you about sitting across from his office at the time Mr. Sanjari was killed?” I really didn’t feel like getting into another argument, but I had to know what was going on with my sister.
“She did. I could see why she didn’t want to tell me, but I’m glad she did. I told her to stop. She needs to sit Michael down and work it out.”
“So you believe her?” I asked.
“I believe her. But just to be sure we checked the cameras in the parking lot. Your sister at least had the good luck to do her spying from a bank parking lot. Cameras all over. There she was, just like she said, at the time Mr. Sanjari was nailed.”
“So she’s off the hook?” I held my breath.
John looked at me and nodded, a big smile spread across his face. “She’s off the hook and it’s a good thing because I have a feeling if she went to prison, you’d probably want to go with her to keep her company.”
I jumped out of my seat and wrapped my arms around John’s neck, then placed a big kiss on his lips. “Thank you. I really didn’t want to go to jail and you’re right, Sam would never have made it on her own.” I sat back down and took a gulp of tea.
“What’s wrong?” I asked when I looked back at John and saw how serious he had become.
“Sam said she told Michael about Victor Sanjari’s passes. She said Michael didn’t like the guy at all, and didn’t like how his daughter was treating Kendall. Michael said the little girl was a bully and he thought that he and Sam needed to talk to Victor. Sam told him that Moshi’s mother had just died and things would get better after a while, but Kendall came home crying one day a couple of weeks ago and Michael had had enough.”
“I don’t blame him, but now that she’ll be living with her aunt, hopefully things will be better. What’s that look?”
“Your sister is thankfully off the hook.”
“But?” I had a bad feeling about this.
“But, Alex, I have to ask, and don’t get upset with me, but where the hell was Michael when Victor Sanjari was killed?”
Chapter 19
Just when I thought a night of passion might be in the offing, John had to go and act like a cop again. Geesh. And I had even put on my nice night shirt, not the one with the holes, which was actually a lot more comfortable.
At least our guest room was getting some action. I was beginning to wonder if I should move all my husband’s clothes in there, because if he was going to work his way down through my family as possible suspects, this was going to be a very long hot summer. And I wasn’t talking about hot in the passion sense. I’d make sure the air conditioning in the guest room was on the blink.
I was seated at the kitchen table the following morning enjoying a slice of toast, a cup of tea, and the left-over cantaloupe from last night when Detective Van der Burg walked into the kitchen. Yes, I was back to not using his first name.
“We’re supposed to have dinner tonight with Mary-Beth and Jeff. Are you still up for it or would you rather I not go?” John asked.
“You can go. No need for our friends to know all our dirty laundry,” I said with an air usually used by royalty. Who was I kidding? I had already emailed Mary-Beth the latest on the misguided murder investigation headed by the guy standing next to
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