The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups
Ethan frowned, thinking that the whole day had been a daze, but he felt like he would remember Jane telling him this.
“Oh really?” The detective questioned slyly, eyeing Jane in a way Ethan didn’t like one bit. “I suppose I shouldn’t make anything of that, should I?” He gloats. “Now, I know you wanted to have a lawyer for our next meeting, but –”
“Wait a minute.” Ethan interrupted. “Why would she need a lawyer, and why are you interviewing her at all. My mother was the victim, not hers.”
“Because,” Jane announced shakily, “He thinks I killed her.”
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