Page 25 of Wild Justice

“Not at the point, but it looks like something long and thin like a pipe. They’ll need to run tests to be sure, of course.”

“A pipe, or a candlestick,” he offered.

“Colonel Mustard in the dining room with the candlestick,” Lulu groaned. “My family used to play that game all the time. Mom and Dad were big on game night during the winter.”

“You weren’t aClue fan? What was your favorite? Mine wasRisk.”

In that game, he could take all the chances he wanted and the worst that would happen was that he would lose.

“I liked the game ofLife,” she replied. “Would I go to college? Would I get married? Have kids? I liked that I didn’t have to make many decisions. I could just roll the dice and leave it all to chance.”

“You don’t like making decisions? This might not be the job for you.”

“I don’t like making them for myself. I have no problem with other types. It’s like advice. I can’t take my own, but I’m fantastic with other people’s problems. Go ahead. Ask me anything. I’m known among my friends for giving great advice.”

“I don’t need any at the moment, but I’ll let you know.”

Their plates were empty, and Lulu scooped them up as she stood.

“Do you want any more pizza? There’s some left.”

“I’m full but thank you.”

“I’ll just wrap this for Henry. He likes to snack at night.”

Lulu wrapped the rest of the pizza in aluminum foil and placed it in the refrigerator before turning back to him.

“I’m going to see Dana’s ex-husband Jay Bradford. Are you coming with me?”

This woman was a constant surprise.

“You’re okay with that?”

“Not really, but I have a feeling you’d just be right behind me asking them questions. All I ask is that you don’t take over my questioning time, and if they don’t want to talk to you or have you in the room, you let it go.”

“Promise.”

Jay Bradford was the ex-husband. What story did he have to tell?

Jay Bradford workedin a busy body shop painting cars, but he wasn’t there when Lulu and Kai stopped by to see him. The manager had said that Jay had gone home when he’d heard the news about Dana.

“He was upset?” Lulu asked.

“Well…I mean…Dana was his wife once. I assume he cared about her, even if just a little. I mean…I don’t think he wanted her dead or anything,” the manager replied awkwardly. “What I mean to say is that he didn’t want her dead. He’s not that kind of guy.”

“What kind of guy is he?”

“Good worker. Doesn’t complain too much. Gets jobs done. That kind.”

“Did he work here when he was married to Dana?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Did he ever talk about her? His marriage?”

“Never.”

“Were you surprised when they split?”

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