On the Street Where You Die (Stanley Bentworth Mysteries book 1)
“His widow answered the door. She was startled by my appearance. All the bandages and bruises. Nothing like having a mummy on a crutch show up at your front door. That’s right, I was down to one crutch. It was like being released from bonds. I had my good hand free.
Stella Vitole was as I remembered her. Plump and unattractive. Like many such ladies, she overdid it with makeup, hairdo, and perfume trying to compensate, trying to be young again. Some people refuse to age gracefully. Others have no graceful beginnings from which to age. I should talk.
I introduced myself. “Mrs. Vitole, I am detective Bentworth. I am investigating your husband’s murder.”
I flashed my P.I. badge. She barely glanced at it. The shiny gold shield had done its job. She thought I was a cop on the job, and I let her think it.
She said, “A Sergeant Penrod already took my statement.”
“I know. This is just some follow-up.”
“Do you work with Sergeant Penrod?” she asked.
“I did before he made Sergeant.”
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