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thing, you’re going out.”
    â€œRelax. We’re both on the same side.”
    â€œWhat side is that?”
    â€œThe side of truth, justice, and the American way.”
    Becky glared at her.
    â€œOh, I forgot. You’re a lawyer. We’re on the side of your client, regardless of truth, justice, and the American way.”
    â€œWhy are you here?”
    â€œI’m here to help you.”
    â€œHelp me? You damn near crucified me.”
    â€œI’m here to protect you from that dreadful woman.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œYou saw what she did. She talked to your client. Now she’s blabbing to the police.”
    â€œYou told her to blab to the police!”
    â€œI did nothing of the sort. I just said she’s under no legal restraint. Which is a shame, because a woman like that ought to be under some legal restraint.”
    â€œWhat in the world is she doing here?”
    Cora told Becky the story of the Sudoku Lady.
    â€œShe’s a rival puzzle constructor?”
    â€œ She thinks she is. We both have sudoku books. Big deal. If
hers were doing better than mine, you think I’d go to Japan to meet her?”
    â€œYour book is doing better than hers in Japan?”
    â€œApparently.”
    â€œShe has a problem with that?”
    â€œShe has lots of problems.”
    â€œIf her books were doing better than yours over here, would you have a problem with that?”
    â€œI wouldn’t even know it. You think I give a damn? Here I am, minding my own business, some young upstart comes along—”
    â€œShe is younger than you, isn’t she?”
    â€œShe’s heard I’m an amateur detective—she wants to take me on solving crime.”
    â€œThat’s ridiculous.”
    â€œYes, it is. She’s out to get your client just to prove that she can do it. She’s egocentric, ambitious, competitive.”
    â€œSo?”
    â€œIn detective stories, you know how the cops are always trying to convict somebody? They don’t seem to care if he’s innocent—they just want to clear the crime?”
    â€œYou think she’s like that?”
    â€œShe wants to win. She’s over there blabbing to Chief Harper right now, trying to bring your client down.”
    â€œYou want to stop her?”
    â€œDamn right I want to stop her.”
    â€œYou want to help me get my client off?”
    â€œOf course, I do.”
    â€œDo you care if he’s innocent or guilty?”
    Cora snorted. “Hell, no. I want to win.”

Chapter 11
    Aaron Grant couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Which didn’t stop him from enjoying his veal piccata. Still, he was somewhat distracted, much to Sherry’s displeasure.
    â€œI’m a newlywed,” she protested. “When I cook for you, pay attention. You think civility stops right after the honeymoon?”
    â€œUsually,” Cora said. She frowned thoughtfully. “Though, in Melvin’s case, it stopped on the honeymoon. God, what did I ever see in that man?”
    â€œMurder?” Aaron persisted.
    Sherry glared at Cora.
    â€œVery good pork,” Cora said.
    â€œIt’s veal.”
    â€œIt’s very good.” She took a bite, chewed. “It’s an accidental
death. The only thing that points to it not being an accidental death is the fact that she died at a time her husband couldn’t have done it. The thing that gets him is he appeared to have an airtight alibi.”
    â€œThat makes it look like he arranged it,” Aaron said.
    â€œHe didn’t. He’s just a poor sot who woke up from the worst blackout drunk of his life.”
    â€œYou mean if he killed her.”
    â€œEither way. If he killed her and doesn’t remember or didn’t kill her and doesn’t remember, it’s the same thing. He doesn’t know if he killed her.”
    â€œIf he killed her, it means he had those tendencies. Which would be part of