Wordle by Wordle: Day 145
Friday, May 24, 2024
Wordle #1070 – GLIDE
“So, you’re saying you didn’t phone Mr. Liu recently?” Palumbo asks, still with feigned disbelief.
“Not that I recall,” I say again, a little shakily. I didn’t, did I?
Aparna seems thrown off-balance by the question, too. There’s a stutter in her pen’s smooth glide across the notebook—she puts it down and raises her eyebrows at me quizzically. I shake my head.
“You didn’t call him every day, for a week, before his death?”
Now Aparna’s shaking her head at me. Her sharp bob slaps across her cheeks with each vigorous side-to-side.
“Um, I am exercising my right to remain silent.” My voice rises pathetically, like I’m asking a question.
Even though I’m certain I didn’t do any such thing, I’m too wary to deny Palumbo’s accusation about the phone calls.
He’s laying a trap. I don’t know what sort of trap, but I do know I’ll need to tread carefully if I don’t want to wind up the coyote to his roadrunner.
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