“I asked your cousin. I told you — good head.”
“Bad heart, you said. She did it for money?”
“Bad morals too.” He gave the ghost of a chuckle.
“But she had an—” Oh. She had an alibi. She’d made sure of it. Then she denied it, holding back as she waited for Joel and me to become outraged enough to tell the police exactly where she’d been.
“She hired a professional?” Of course she had. Cousin Ash didn’t even clip her own toenails.
“I thought it was better not to ask.”
I patted Solly’s hand and flipped my phone open.
“Emergency? I need an ambulance. My elderly uncle has a broken leg.”