happened.â
She was afraid to ask the next question, afraid of what the answer might be. Her brother had been behaving badly for some time. She had worried that sooner or later he would wind up in trouble.
âWhat about the other womanâ¦the one who was murdered six months ago? Were youâ¦acquainted with her, as well?â
He nodded, long-faced and eyes downcast. âI was only just with her the once, but I think it was somewhere round the time she was killed.â
âOh, Rudy.â
âWhat am I gonna do, sis?â
What indeed? She took a steadying breath, her mind replaying all he had told her, trying to decide on the best course of action. âThe first thing we shall do is speak to Fatherâs solicitor, Mr. Marvin. Since he is an attorney, he can advise you as to what you should or should not say to the police.â
âI didnât kill those women. I shall simply tell them the truth. I donât see whyââ
âI think you do see why or you would not have come to me for help.â
He glanced away, cleared his throat. âI admit to being a little worried. It isnât every day I am interviewed by the police.â
âWhich is why we wonât take any chances. Make an appointment with Mr. Marvin. Let us see what he has to say.â
Rudy reluctantly agreed. They spoke a few minutes more then returned downstairs. As soon as her brother had left the office, Lindsey went in to see Krista.
âIf you arenât too busy, I could use a bit of advice.â
âIâm not too busy for you. Come on in.â
Lindsey sat down in the chair next to Kristaâs desk, tucking her full skirts neatly around her. Briefly, she told her friend about her brother and that the police had interviewed him as a suspect in the Covent Garden murders.
âGood heavens.â
âThat is what I said. I can hardly believe it. My brother might be a little wild, a bit reckless at times, but he is scarcely the sort to kill someone.â
âWhich the police are sure to discover.â
âI certainly hope so.â She sighed. âI suppose there is little we can do, at least for the moment. We shall simply have to wait, see if the authorities decide to go further.â
âWhich is highly unlikely. Rudy is, after all, your fatherâs heir. Baron Renhurst is a highly respected member of the peerage.â
âYouâre right, of course. There is no reason for me to worry.â
âNone whatsoeverâ¦though I am glad you advised your brother to speak to your fatherâs attorney.â
It was the smart thing to do, she knew. She told herself the matter would likely disappear and hoped that it was true.
Lindsey returned to the office the following morning. She tried to concentrate on the article she was writing, but her thoughts continually strayed to Rudy. Yesterday he had spoken to Mr. Marvin, whose advice was not to talk to the police unless he was present.
Fortunately, Rudy had not been contacted by the authorities again.
âStill, it worries me,â Lindsey said to Krista. âAfter all, my brother did know both women.â
âKnowing them and murdering them are two far different things.â
Lindsey sighed. âIndeed, they are.â
But later that day when Rudy came rushing in, she couldnât stifle a jolt of fear. He sank down in the chair next to her desk.
âThey came to see me again.â
âThe police? You didnât talk to them without Mr. Marvin, did you?â
âThey said they only had a couple more questions. Since I have nothing to hide, I didnât think it would hurt.â
Lindsey gritted her teeth. âSo what did they want to know?â
âTheyâ¦um, asked where I was the nights the murders were committed.â
Her stomach tightened. The police were seriously considering Rudy as a suspect in the killings. âWhat did you say?â
âI told them I