‘Lee Dedrick’s wife.’
He swung round on Mary Jerome.
‘That right?’
‘Yes,’ she said in her cold, flat voice.
‘When did you marry him?’
‘About four years ago.’
He put the cigar down, ran well-manicured fingers through his thick white hair.
‘Does that make the Marshland marriage bigamous?’ he asked in a strangled voice.
‘It does,’ I said, enjoying his consternation. ‘Do you want me to begin at the beginning or do you want to ask questions?
He picked up the cigar again, pierced it savagely with the end of a match.