He should know this by now, he figures. “Well, you know the Realtor, Mr. Xvideos And the night of the murder they were swinging with a very prominent couple in our government circles who are not married and shall remain anonymous for now, in the Harrison Motel at Harrison Hot Springs. By this time tomorrow we should be back down near the valley. Trudy breaks into his thoughts with, “What you pondering on? At one thirty precisely he pulls in front of Trudy’s place and she tosses up her bag to him and climbs the ladder into the cab. Who did it?”
“It would be better for your ego if you figured it out.”
“Forget my ego, who did it?”
“It’s only a hunch, you know, women’s intuition. In Keremeos he swings north up the Okanagan. Trudy tips the jug of cider up on her shoulder and tries to take a sip. “Suppose they had a falling out?
