Wordle #1060 – AMASS
“So, you’re saying you’re innocent?” Aparna doesn’t sound skeptical, exactly, but she doesn’t sound like she quite believes me, either.
“I’m not just saying it, I am innocent,” I insist. “And I know who really killed Roy.”
“Okay, as your attorney, my first piece of advice is don’t talk like O.J. Simpson,” Aparna says and smiles briefly—a tight, crooked grin that’s strangely disarming. It’s gone so quickly that I wonder whether I imagined it.
“But I’m not a murderer.” I feel it bears repeating. “Bree killed Roy, not me. She even confessed to it.”
“Bree…” Aparna cracks open a large notebook and starts thumbing through the many pages of notes she has already amassed. “Bree Olsen-Liu, the wife?”
“That’s right. Bree and I are… were friends,” I say, stumbling over the word. “I suspected she was lying to me from the start. On the day Roy went missing, she—"
“Wait, let’s back up a little. I need to get to know you, my client, not Bree.” Aparna flips to a fresh page. “You’re a private investigator, is that right?”
“Yes, for about two years now,” I reply, anxious to get back to the case itself, to get this all over with.
“Okay. Tell me about your relationship with Roy. When you got married, how many years you were together, that sort of thing.”
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