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brother.”
    “Actually, we both solved Jamie’s murder,” she answered, looking at Charles.
    Jenco continued. “With you writing about mystery and having worked on a previous murder case, there may be a temptation to help again. I’d appreciate it if you both would leave the solving of this murder in our hands and our hands alone. However, if either of you think of anything additional, I’d appreciate a call.” He looked back and forth between Charles and Carrie, then handed Charles his business card.
    Jenco now accepted that his interview was over. Both detectives said good-bye to Carrie, who was seated on the sofa, lighting her third cigarette.
    “Mr. Faraday, I’d like you and your wife to remain available as we conduct our investigation,” Detective Jenco stated formally as they reached the front door.
    “Ah, the old cliché meaning, ‘Don’t leave town,’” Charles said as he opened the door for the detectives. Then he added, “Gentlemen, murder is a serious matter. I think if you have any additional questions for either me or my wife, I’d like my attorney present.”
    “That’s probably a very good suggestion, Mr. Faraday. We’ll be in touch.” Charles stood at the door until the dark, unmarked car disappeared down the long winding driveway. He made a mental note to call their lawyer, Hugh Simpson, and apprise him of the incident with Todd and the visit from the detectives. He was sure the detectives were building a case against him.
    Sitting outside the door was a stray orange kitten Charles and Carrie had been feeding. It was mewing. Charles reached down, picked it up, and began stroking its fur. Without thinking, he carried the kitten into the house.

hile heading down the driveway, Jenco started posing questions to McCall. “Well, what do you think?”
    “I’m not sure we got the complete truth from either one of them,” McCall answered.
    “Then you think they were lying?”
    “Well, I don’t think what they told us was a lie. I just don’t think they told us everything they know.” McCall was moving the car slowly down the driveway.
    “Hm, interesting. I felt the same. But it was harder for me to pinpoint the deception while asking the questions. What did you observe from your corner in the room?” Jenco smiled as he thought of how McCall could blend into the background of any setting—so much so that sometimes even he forgot McCall was there.
    “First observation: Mrs. Faraday is a very attractive woman. I can see Todd making a play for her. However, the real question is whether she’d return his advances. Second observation:Mr. Faraday was very nervous when he found out we were policemen. This was clear when he went rambling on about coffee. Was it because he knew about his wife and Todd?”
    “Many people are nervous when policemen greet them on Sunday mornings.”
    “Mrs. Faraday certainly didn’t start out acting nervous. She acted like we were invited for Sunday brunch.”
    “That was a little strange,” Jenco agreed.
    “However, Mr. Faraday acted as though he knew why we were there.”
    “You mean, he knew Todd was dead before we told him?” Jenco asked.
    “No, he acted more like a schoolboy who’s been in a fight and is surprised when he gets called to the principal’s office for punishment. I really believe he thought we were there about the fight.” McCall brought the car to a halt at the end of the Faradays’ driveway.
    “I did notice that once I said Barrington was dead, the Faradays switched roles. Mrs. Faraday became the one who was nervous, and Mr. Faraday started asking very logical police questions,” Jenco added.
    “It was obvious she was nervous when she starting lighting multiple cigarettes.” McCall laughed. “Did you notice the way Mr. Faraday grabbed the second cigarette, like it was meant for him? They were clearly protecting each other. But I’m not sure whether they were covering for each other because they actually know something, or