Wordle #1069 – SWISH
“Cecilia,” Palumbo purrs, and I cringe. Somehow, hearing my given name from his mustachioed lips is a thousand times worse than “Cece.” He continues. “When was the last time you claim you saw Mr. Liu?”
Okay, that’s an easy one. We just went over this…
“Both my client and Mr. Liu were present at Mrs. Olsen-Liu’s birthday party in July,” Aparna answers before I can. The pages of her notebook swish as she flips through them with crisp efficiency. “Miss Cale doesn’t recall the exact date, however—”
“Thank you,” Palumbo butts in, sounding not at all like he means it. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me for a second, not even when Aparna was speaking. “Was this party at the Lius’ home?”
“No, Bree rented out a bar near Union Square. Novela.”
Their old apartment would have been too tiny to host so many guests, and they had probably been in the middle of moving to their new place in Pacific Heights, besides. Not that Bree ever needed an excuse to splash out.
“Did you contact Mr. Liu in any other way since then?” Palumbo produces his own small spiral notebook from somewhere and jots down a couple of words like he’s attacking the paper. His pen cap is more chewed up than a dog toy.
“No, not that I recall.”
“Not that you recall?” He repeats my words with an air of surprise, of disbelief, and leans forward intently.
“Not that I recall,” I recite firmly, even though his reaction has me doubting myself. Aparna nods her head in approval.
See? I can follow basic instructions… sometimes.
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