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just how scary it is to go through this process. I have lost count of the times the cops have questioned me.” For some reason, Heather was always involved in the cases.
    Or suspected in them. Or at least brought in for being a ‘nuisance’. Hah, as if the cops could solve the murders without her.
    Okay, that’d been a little cocky, but it was allowed given her track record.
    Jung walked to the chair and sat down, at last. “It’s all so overwhelming. Your husband has spoken to me, and they were asking for alibis, and I just can’t give them one. I don’t have an alibi. I was sleeping. I live alone, now.”
    “I don’t want an explanation from you,” Heather said and swept her hands over her desk. The wood’s coolness soothed her nerves. “I want to help you clear your name. I know you didn’t do it. I know you don’t have violence in you.”
    “Thank you,” Jung said. He hunched over and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much for saying that. I could take everyone else doubting me, but not you, boss.”
    “I haven’t doubted you for a second. But look, I need some answers otherwise I can’t help you out on this one. Get it?”
    “Got it.”
    “Good.” Heather dragged her laptop across the desk. She flipped open the lid and tapped her fingers on the mouse pad while it started up. “Is there anything you can tell me about Randy? Anything at all you think I should know.”
    “Uh, I told you he had financial trouble, right?” Jung bit his bottom lip. The color had returned to his cheeks, and he squared his shoulders, sat a little straighter in the chair.
    “Yeah, you did.” Heather typed in her password and opened a word document. She typed Randy Morton’s name across the top of the page.
    “So yeah, there was that. And well, he had trouble with pests recently. Rats. They kept eating his food and leaving droppings everywhere. That added to his stress. It was part of the reason we fought the other night, right before he passed.” Jung choked on the last word.
    Heather typed ‘rats’ underneath Randy’s name. Then ‘finances’ under that. “Anything else.”
    Jung tapped his palms on his knees and twisted his lips to the side. “Hmmm, not that I can think – oh, wait!”
    “What?”
    “His grandmother. She was horrible to him. Always calling him names and putting pressure on him to make more money. He didn’t tell me all of it, but I know that she was a big cause of stress for him.”
    Heather typed ‘grandmother’ on the next line. “Do you know her name?”
    “Miriam,” Jung replied. “Miriam Morton. She lives above the restaurant.”
    Heather typed Randy’s grandma’s name, then saved the document and exited. “Thanks, Jung. I think that’s all I need for now. But if you’ve got anything else to share, anything at all, don’t hesitate to call me.”
    Jung rose and smiled at her. The first genuine show of happiness from him since he’d entered Donut Delights. “Thanks, Heather.”

Chapter 6
    Heather inhaled through her nose and shut her eyes for a second. Dave tugged on the leash, leading her down the road, the cheeky ‘dawg’, and she let him.
    The sun had only just started to set, the warmth of the day lingered, but the bustle had faded. No rush hour traffic or chattering from the good folk in the town. Just peace, quiet, and…
    “I know this route,” Amy said.
    “What route?” Lilly asked. “Hey, Heather, hand me the leash, please. I want a turn with Dave.”
    Heather chuckled and opened her eyes. Her bestie and the little girl who’d become a part of their gang – the best company a woman could have.
    Dave yipped to second Lilly’s request. Heather handed the girl the woven cord, immediately. Her doggy dearest had chosen his walking companion for the evening.
    Dave hopped around on the end of the leash and Lilly giggled, lost in his antics.
    “This is different. We usually walk past the park,” Amy said. “What are you up to, Heather