A Crabby Killer
“I think we should go straight there and talk to him.” Claire squinted at her phone display, tilting it so as to reduce the glare from the sun.
“You don’t think his fight with Sarah had anything to do with this, do you?” Dom kept his eyes on the road.
Claire slid her eyes from her phone to Dom. “I mostly wanted to ask him about how drunk Bob was that night and if Shane saw anything unusual in the bar. Do you think his fight with Sarah has something to do with Blunt?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Probably not. Probably just one of those spats young couples get into. You know how volatile young relationships are.”
Claire laughed. She did know how volatile relationships could be, but now that Dom mentioned it, the timing was coincidental. If Shane had rushed off after he dropped Bob, that would have been a few hours before Blunt was killed.
She gave herself a mental head shake—was she so desperate to prove it was not Mae or Tom that she would grasp at any straw?
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