MURDER on the ROCKS (Allie Griffin Mysteries Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

one?"
                  He nodded.
                  Allie stood up and handed him her empty cup. "You got a refill?"
                  He took it carefully. "Of course. How could I be so—terribly sorry."
                  "Don’t be so sorry. I've been guzzling it like a maniac lately."
                  She followed him into the kitchen and watched as he began pouring out another cup.
                  "You know," she said, "I have a pretty good idea of the answer, but I'd like to hear it from you. Why didn’t you take this letter to the police? And why don’t they have it now?"
                  He shrugged. "My wife was cheating on me. I was trying to avoid people finding out. You know how it is in this town."
                  "I know how it is."
                  "The cops start digging, they'll find it. Word gets around. I thought maybe, from what I knew about you, you could keep a secret."
                  "Well I'd be lying if I said I wasn't flattered by your perception of me."
                  He handed her the cup. "Anyway, they have the case now. Without this letter there's a possibility that they won’t uncover this sordid little aspect of my wife's life."
                  She took a thoughtful sip. "So, you don’t think her murder was tied to this letter?"
                  "Oh, no. Definitely not."
                  "Huh. Well I guess you're right. I mean, you have an affair with someone you don't go and kill that person a week later. Unless he wanted to continue it and she refused."
                  "Possible. Funny, I didn’t think of that."
                  She watched his eyes as she brought up the letter. "Or unless this wasn't meant for you."
                  His face drained slightly of its color. "What are you saying?"
                  "I'm saying, what if the letter was meant for her? And what if you were the intended victim?"
                  "Allie, I'm not sure of what you—"
                  She put her cup down on the kitchen table. "Just think about it for a second. Joe Shmoe is sneaking around having a tawdry affair with your wife..." She saw a twisted expression in the man's face, and then recognized it as the result of her callousness. "I'm sorry, Bennett. I get caught up with these details and all I think about are the details and I sometimes don’t realize to whom I'm speaking. Please forgive me."
                  "It's ok. Now what are you saying?"
                  "This guy is having an affair with your wife. What if he wants it to continue? Would he come after her or you?"
                  She watched him as he thought it over.
                  "Of course, before I proceed," she continued, "I need to know: Are you sure the affair was still going on at the time this letter was written?"
                  He sighed and said quietly, "I'm...almost positive about it."
                  "And you say she told you she'd broken it off."
                  "Right."
                  "A week before she was killed."
                  He nodded.
                  "Bennett, don't you see what's happened here? We're dealing with two separate motives. Whoever wrote this letter wanted cash. Whoever killed Honey wanted a continuation of the affair. However, killing you would make both things a reality. With you out of the way, ostensibly the same person could benefit in both cases; in other words, he could stand a chance at rekindling the affair, and then with access to whatever was bequeathed to her—"
                  He held up his hand. "Alright, that's enough. I get it."
                  Allie paced the kitchen. "Anyway, the guy comes here and finds her here