The Second Mouse - Archer Mayor [110]
But she gazed at him eventually and asked, “That’s what tipped you off, wasn’t it? Burying the cat.”
He smiled at her, enjoying the way her brain worked. “It helped. Newell would’ve just thrown her in the woods or forgotten about her.” He didn’t mention how Mel—had he even been remotely involved—would have done the same.
Linda sighed again, shoving her hands between her thighs like a child. “God, what a life. So, what now? You lock me up?”
Joe rose instead and shook his head. “No. You actually did me a favor, pointed me places you knew nothing about. It didn’t get Newell in trouble, but we put some bad people in jail along the way. Things have a funny way of working out.”
She nodded, smiling sadly. “I guess they do sometimes, if not always according to plan.”