The Perfect Stranger
“But the moment she closes the door behind her, she dials Rob’s cell phone. He picks up on the first ring: “How was it?”
“The funeral? It was . . . you know. Hard. Sad. Awful.”
“I’m sorry.”
She changes the subject. “Did you find the insurance cards?”
“Yeah, you were right. They were on the bulletin board. I don’t know how I missed them when I looked.”
She closes her eyes for a second, smiling. Then it’s back to the business at hand: “Listen—I just wanted to run something by y...ou quickly.” She tells him about the conversation with the detective at the funeral home, and that the detective asked to meet them there at the hotel to discuss the case further.
“The first thing to remember,” Rob says, “is that this is routine. An interview, not an interrogation. They’re looking for information.”
“I know.MoreLess
“The funeral? It was . . . you know. Hard. Sad. Awful.”
“I’m sorry.”
She changes the subject. “Did you find the insurance cards?”
“Yeah, you were right. They were on the bulletin board. I don’t know how I missed them when I looked.”
She closes her eyes for a second, smiling. Then it’s back to the business at hand: “Listen—I just wanted to run something by y...ou quickly.” She tells him about the conversation with the detective at the funeral home, and that the detective asked to meet them there at the hotel to discuss the case further.
“The first thing to remember,” Rob says, “is that this is routine. An interview, not an interrogation. They’re looking for information.”
“I know.MoreLess
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