Friday’s Page 69 ~ Murder Road by Simone St. James
“A problem?” I said as Eddie came toward us across the living room.
Rose gave me a look like I was stupid. “Well, let’s see. You got Rhonda Jean dead in your car, Detective Quentin thinks you’re a murderer, and whoever killed that girl knows you picked her up. I’d call that a problem, wouldn’t you?” She leaned back in her chair. “I seem to remember the police took your car away. Right?”
Eddie was standing next to my chair now. He put his hand on the back of it. You told her, that gesture said.
“Yeah,” he said to Rose. “They took our car.”
“I thought so. You need to figure your way out of this.” She picked up the bowl and held it out to Eddie. “Want a chip? I’m going to lend you Robbie’s car.