somehow.
“I…” What could she say? “It’s hard.”
His mouth tightened as he turned away for a second. “I know. But why would I deliberately ask for a woman I’d just killed?”
He had a point. She’d have found Jessica within a few minutes anyway, since the dying woman was in her massage room.
“Besides, the detective will see from the video surveillance that I never entered the building before walking in to ask for her.”
Well, that made her feel stupid. She looked down at her twined hands.
“How do I know you didn’t kill her?” Devon asked.
“What? Why would I kill her? Doing it in my own massage room?”
“It would make it look like you’re being framed.”
“Bringing down bad publicity on my own spa?”
Devon smiled. “Look, we’re both suspects even though I didn’t have the means and you didn’t have a motive. Why don’t we just call a truce?” He held out his hand.
He was right. “Sure.”
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