Chapter 67

Gil wasnÕt looking too good when the detectives showed up at his door. HeÕd not too long gotten off the phone with Bobby, whoÕd called to give him a heads-up that they were on their way to see him. He didnÕt quite know how to feel about other people knowing what heÕd done on the very night after his wifeÕs dead body was found. He didnÕt want people in the little town, thinking that he hadnÕt loved his Mel because he did.

He also had the fleeting worry that the New York detective might find his actions suspicious and start sniffing around his tail instead of going after the real killer. According to Bobby, she wasnÕt the type, and from what heÕd seen so far, heÕd have to agree. Still, what heÕd done could be misconstrued and damn sure frowned upon if it got back to the wrong people.

By the time he opened the door to Detective Sparks, and Officer Bailey Gil was in a state. HeÕd worked himself into a tizzy worrying not only about what heÕd done but also about the fact that h