Stiff Penalty (A Mattie Winston Mystery)
“But Henderson was driving like an octogenarian, creeping along the streets at the speed of a snail. I wondered if he always drove that way or if he was purposely driving slowly to give us time to talk.
“So tell me what happened tonight,” he said at the start of our crawl. “Give it to me in your own words.”
This last was a quaint, odd turn of phrase that made me wonder if he thought I might speak in tongues or channel the soul of some deceased person.
“It started yesterday when I went to get som...ething to eat,” I began. Then I corrected myself. “Or maybe it started two months ago. I’m not sure.” I then filled him in on the phone calls, and the car I’d seen pull out of David’s driveway, and my suspicion that it was following me. He stopped me to question how I came to be living next door to my ex, and to ask if it bothered me any.
“No, not really,” I lied. “I like the cottage. It’s just the right size for me.”
“Will it be big enough when you have your baby?”MoreLess
“So tell me what happened tonight,” he said at the start of our crawl. “Give it to me in your own words.”
This last was a quaint, odd turn of phrase that made me wonder if he thought I might speak in tongues or channel the soul of some deceased person.
“It started yesterday when I went to get som...ething to eat,” I began. Then I corrected myself. “Or maybe it started two months ago. I’m not sure.” I then filled him in on the phone calls, and the car I’d seen pull out of David’s driveway, and my suspicion that it was following me. He stopped me to question how I came to be living next door to my ex, and to ask if it bothered me any.
“No, not really,” I lied. “I like the cottage. It’s just the right size for me.”
“Will it be big enough when you have your baby?”MoreLess
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