CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
“Just a few more questions,” I said to Minetti. “When the police spoke to you about the Harcourts’ murders, did they cover any topics that I didn’t?”
Minetti frowned, looking thoughtful. “I don’t think so. Other than establishing where I was and what I was doing around the time of their . . . deaths.”
“Which was?”
Minetti’s frown deepened, as if he thought I would accuse him. “I was asleep. This was last weekend, right? I was definitely asleep. We stay open late on weekends, so Fridays and Saturdays, I’m usually here until at least midnight, sometimes later. Last weekend, I ended up working until well past two.”
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