“I ask because the woman who lived between the two houses was murdered, and I’m trying to figure out if you’re involved.”
It was said point-blank.
The man went pale.
“Oh, my God! Please keep that down,” Harry whispered. “When my potential buyers get here,DON’TmentionMURDER!” he hissed. “I’ll never sell these houses if they hear that!”
Yeah, well, that wasNOTGene’s issue.
Not.
At.
All.
“Yeah, that’s a you problem, Boo. Not a me problem. My problem is figuring out what is happening, not hiding the truth from homebuyers that their neighbor was murdered. When was the last time you showed either of these houses?” Gene asked.
Dannie was beside him, and he was checking the man out. He looked worried.
Well, that was probably normal since another car was pulling up, and he’d bet that was the people coming to walk through these houses.
“I have to…”
Gene smiled ferally.
“This can go one of two ways. You can pretend we’re looking at the houses too, and answer my question, or I can just come right out and tell them this is a murder house.”
The man stared at him like a fish out of water. His mouth was making that motion as he tried to process all of that.
Ethan almost laughed.
“Give me a second,” he said, motioning to the couple. “Just finishing up with more interested people. Head on into that one, and I’ll be right there. Check it out!”
The couple did just that, giving them a little more privacy.
When Harry turned around, he was to the point.
“I don’t like you.”
Gene laughed.
“Oh, no, then I guess you won’t be selling me a house in a city that I don’t live in. Sucks to be me. Now, answer.”
The man did.
“Sunday. I showed both houses then, and I was supposed to show them on Tuesday again, but the couple canceled and rescheduled. That’s them, the Johnsons.”
Ethan was making notes.
“What happened to her?” Harry asked.
Gene said nothing regarding that. Clearly, someone didn’t watch the news.
“Does either house have security?” he asked, taking a stab at it.
The man shook his head.
“No.”
