He didn’t like that idea, but he had the feeling it was the truth, and was glad when the elevator came to a stop so he could get off.
After putting away his purchases, he sat down to write, doing his best to push thoughts about the murder to the back of his mind. He came up for air several hours later knowing he’d probably have to do a lot of editing on the pages he’d written because, his best efforts to the contrary, he kept seeing Thorne’s dead body in his mind’s eye. Each time that he did, two questions assailed him. “Who, and why?”
* * * *
“This is a very nice place,” Kirk’s date said as he escorted her into the restaurant. Datewasn’t quite the word he’d have used if he had a choice. She was yet another young woman his mother had fixed him up with, promising as always that she would be perfect for him.