Wordle by Wordle: Day 37
Tuesday, Feb 6, 2024
Wordle #962 - WHICH
“Ah jeez, Bree, I’m sorry,” I say quickly, and I mean it. I shouldn’t have grilled her so hard so soon. I jump to my feet to give her a comforting hug, and maybe to stop her from leaving. “You’re right, of course. I promise I won’t do that anymore. I’ll just listen.”
He was my husband, too, I want to say. I have a right to know these things, I think…
Bree only half-heartedly returns my hug and pulls away after a brief moment.
“I-it’s okay. I just need a minute to myself.” Without another word, Bree collects her hulking purse from where she’d left it on the couch and practically drags it down the hall. I hear the bathroom door not quite slam but not close gently either.
I sigh and sit back down, left alone with my thoughts. Which might actually be worse than trying to console Bree.
While I wait for her to reemerge, I go over what I know about the case:
Roy disappeared two days ago and probably died that same day. Either he was killed in Golden Gate Park, out in the open where anyone could see, and his body wasn’t discovered until forty-eight hours later—unlikely—or he was killed somewhere else and then his body was dumped in the park. If the latter, then his death wasn’t a botched mugging but straight-up murder. With motive, no doubt.
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