Eva had not exactly been expecting the police to show up at her door with a warrant, but she was not completely surprised, either.
“Miss Bauer. I have a warrant here to search your house for Donald Olson, or the body thereof.”
“He’s not here, in this life or the next, but you’re welcome to search. Come on in.” Eva stepped out of the way. She’d had time to clean up anything she didn’t really want the police seeing since her last encounter, two days past, with Officer Halligan and her cronies. “Watch your step; I heard one of the cats having a hairball but I haven’t found it yet.”
The officer stepped in with exaggerated care. She’d come to the front door, of course. It was a good thing Eva had cleaned all of Aunt Asta’s detritus from the front foyer last week. The front room and foyer still had a sort of prissy, maiden-Aunt sort of feel, but that was in keeping with at least one of the reputations of this house. “How long have you been living here, Miss Bauer?”
“Four months, Officer. Can I get you some tea while your team searches? And may I read the warrant?” Continue reading