happened?â
Horace glanced around the busy room. âMiss Ferber, I understand youâre a reporter looking for a storyâand famous and allâ¦â
I was impatient. âCould you please tell me what you know?â
Resigned, he motioned to Martha, and I followed both to a small office. He shrugged, and whispered, âIf you insistâ¦â
âPlease, sir.â
âThis is what we know. Cody Lee stormed away. Annabel laughed about it, talked too loudly about it as she talked about everything . Sheâ¦well, she crowed âthatâs the wordâcrowed that he was a big dummy. But then she went home.â
âWhere she was strangled.â
Martha added, âBy Cody Lee Thomas.â She grasped Horaceâs elbow and he looked at her.
âHe admitted it?â
She shrugged, her face tightening. She was through with the conversation. âDunno. I assume so.â She started to back away. âWe have toâ¦â
âHer roommate found her,â Horace went on. A quiver in his voice.
âAnd she is?â
âYou met her, I think. Peggy Crispen. The chubby waitress.â This from Martha, who rolled her eyes at Horace, who reddened. âThe one who sashays around here.â
âMay I speak with her?â
Horace bit his upper lip. He cleared his throat. âShe didnât come in to work today. The shock, I guess. I mean, you come home and open the door and there is Annabel on the floor. Peggy told me that her neck was twistedâ¦.â His words trailed off.
âThey were friends?â I asked.
Martha answered. âNo, just roommates, forced to room together because every room in Flemington is worth a fortune these days. I donât think they even liked each other.â
âWhy do you say that?â
Horace shot her a look. âTales out of school, Martha.â
A sarcastic grunt. âYou should know.â Then, a fake smile directed at me. âPeggy is older than all of usâa decade maybe.â
âBut I donât understand your interest in all this, Miss Ferber.â Horace glanced toward the doorway.
âIâm not certain myself.â I offered an anemic smile. âOnly thatâwell, I overheard a bruising spat between Annabel and, Iâm assuming, the man they say killed her. Yesterday morning. Early. In the parking lot. I donât know whether to contact the police orâ¦â
Martha broke in, anger in her voice. âA big lug of a guy. Unshaven, a slob. Annabel said he hauls lumber out of South Jersey.â
âWell, that does sound like the man I saw.â
Horace stepped back. âThenâ¦â
âWhat did you know about Annabel?â I wasnât ready to leave. âHer family? I know she was British.â
They looked back and forth, though Martha frowned. âNot much,â Horace said. âWeâre all new here. Management hired her a few weeks back. I come out of Trenton. She came a day later. Peggy, a week later, donât know much about her either. You know, more staff considering the trial coming up and all.â A quick smile. âThen Martha followed me. Newly married, the two of us.â
Martha added, âLast summer.â She rolled her tongue into the corner of her mouth. âA whirlwind romance, me and Horace.â A pause. âNone of his secrets shared with me.â
Horace hissed, âMartha, for Godâs sake.â
âRomeo,â she muttered.
I raised my voice. âBut I am curious about something Annabel said to me in the café. Something about her paydayâsomething like that. Like she was expecting some good fortune. Something that she planned forâ¦â
Horace blanched. âShe told you that? â
I smiled. âA chatty woman.â
âBossy and noisy and loud,â interjected Martha, refusing to look penitent when her husband narrowed his eyes at her.
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