“You told me Ms. Findings’ death was accidental.”
He shrugs. “So?”
“It’s strange, isn’t it?” I say, shaking my head.
An empty stillness settles over the room.
Then Barton says, “What’s so strange about it?”
“A few things.” I shift back and forth, trying to find my footing. “Mrs. Jackson, Cora’s neighbor, told me a different story this morning about her friend.”
He stares at me, walking further into the room and fiddling with his tie, looping it slowly through one finger, then another. “What did she say?”
“A lot, actually.”
He gawks at me. “I’m waiting.”
“She heard noises, loud voices between the victim and another person. A man, according to her statement.” I look at the police chief. He waits patiently for me to continue. “Raised voices, muffled, coming from behind the vic’s apartment door.”
“Did she see who her friend was talking to?”