Page 101 of Christmas Mittens Murder

“Do you know about the real estate deal?” I asked him.

His eyebrows went up. “We had a long conversation with Mr. Torres this afternoon,” Quan said. “We’re also aware of the garden club conflicts. In addition, the deceased was apparently a bit of a homophobe and had insulted Thea about her relationship with Ms. Raj.”

“I hope Narini didn’t have anything to do with the murder.” Poor Narini, who would now be raising a child on her own.

“We have no evidence to suggest she did.” Quan set his palms on his knees. “Do you ladies have any other questions for me?”

“I can’t think of any,” Cam said.

Allie shook her head.

He stood. “Ms. Barton and Ms. Flaherty, I know the two of you were doing a bit of your own investigation, and I understand why.” He inclined his head toward Allie. “However, we always strongly recommend leaving the police work to trained professionals.”

“Yes, sir,” I said. “You can be sure I don’t have the slightest inclination to ever get involved again in the future.”

“Good. You all have a nice holiday.”

I thanked him. Allie showed him out. Cam high-fived me.

“I’m glad to learn how much he was doing in the background,” she said.

“It’s his job.” I sipped my wine. It definitely wasn’t my job. Things were quiet again, in a peaceful way, not an ominous one. But I never wanted to see a mitten again, murderous or otherwise.

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