Owls Don't Blink

by Fair A.

I said, “No need to talk about that. That’s water over the dam.”

“It was a clever trick,” Roberta repeated, glancing significantly at Edna Cutler.

I said, “Any one of half a dozen tricks would have accomplished the same purpose. If I found you, the police can find you. The wonder of it is they haven’t found you sooner.”

Roberta said, “I don’t think the police will find me. I think you underestimate your own abilities.”

I said, “We won’t argue about it. We have other things to discuss. Who was Paul Nostrander?”

They exchanged glances.

I looked at my wrist watch. “We haven’t much time to waste.”

Edna Cutler said, “I don’t know.”

I looked at Roberta, and her eyes avoided mine.

I turned back to Edna Cutler. “Suppose I refresh your recollection a bit. You were married to Marco Cutler. He wanted to file suit for divorce. You didn’t want to let him go without more alimony than he was willing to pay. Unfortunately, however, you’d been indiscreet.”