Chapter 105

“No.”

“I assume the neighborhood isn’t concerned that I’ll require compensation for the destruction of my property.”

“Hardly. That’s not the point, Mann. The fear! The distress! If Barbara were pregnant again, she could have miscarried. You should have made arrangements with your friend to have the wine delivered somewhere else if you weren’t going to be home.”

“My friend?” I didn’t understand the emphasis he’d placed on that word.

He held an envelope by a corner, as if he was afraid it would contaminate him, and then I did understand the snide twist he’d given the word.

I took the envelope from him. It had my name and address on it, and there was something about the writing that struck a chord.

I set that aside when I realized the envelope had been opened. I raised my eyes and stared at McVey steadily

He had the grace to shift uncomfortably. “It was taped to the top of the case. Trust a Frenchman to want to save on shipping and postage.”