Wordle #1073 – SKIER
“Maybe you don’t remember these phone calls because you were…” Palumbo mimes taking a deep swig from a bottle.
“Detective, I suggest you pursue a different line of questioning,” Aparna warns, her voice steely. “And may I also suggest that you actually ask questions instead of making baseless insinuations?”
Palumbo puts his hands up in surrender, but that smirk returns to his face.
“Of course, counselor. I have plenty of other leads to follow.” He takes the toothpick from his lips, pinching it between his fingers and pointing it at me. “Cecilia, have you been to the Lius’ residence on California Street in Pacific Heights?”
“Yes, twice.” The less I say, the better, Aparna had advised me.
“When and what for?” Palumbo flips to an earlier page in his notebook.
“On October twenty-first. Bree, uh, Mrs. Olsen-Liu told me she was worried about her husband’s disappearance and asked me over for emotional support.” I want to deploy some strategic air quotes, but Aparna might just bite my head off. “And then again on October twenty-third, the day after Roy’s body was found. I brought her a few meals.”
“Mrs. Olsen-Liu says you were only at her house with her once: on the twenty-third.”
“Well, that’s not true—”
“If she only invited you over on October twenty-third, then how do you explain our forensics team finding your fingerprints all over their home the day before?” Palumbo jabs his finger at something he’s written in his notebook, like that proves anything.
“Like I said, I—"
Palumbo and Aparna both jockey to interject. Their loud, overriding voices stop mine surer than a tree meeting a skier.
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