Chapter 78

“Why are you here?” Kurt asked.

“Mike’s a police detective, although you already knew that, because of the photo essay you did. He didn’t believe the story that your death was an accident.”

“And for sure I didn’t think you killed yourself,” Mike added, knowing why Sage was telling him that.

“You better believe I didn’t. I was murdered.” Kurt shuddered.

“He says he was murdered, Mike,” Sage said.

“Who did it, Kurt?” Mike asked.

“My boyfriend,” Kurt replied. He stared down at the floor for a long moment. “I thought he loved me.”

Sage gave him a compassionate look, asking, “What’s his name?”

“George Neville. He’s a salesman.” Kurt grimaced. “He sure sold me a bill of goods, damn him!”

Sage relayed what Kurt was saying.

“Okay,” Mike said, leaning against the dresser as he took a pad of paper and a pen from his shirt pocket. “What’s his address, where does he work, and what happened, exactly.”