Free Fatal Chocolate Obsession (Death by Chocolate Book 5) by Sally Berneathy

else been murdered?”
    Lawson took a photograph from his folder and laid it on the table in front of me.
    I looked at the picture. “Oh. That’s Ginger. Virginia Lancaster? I didn’t know her real name. Obviously I didn’t know her very well if I didn’t even know her real name.”
    “She came to your house twice over the last forty-eight hours. You knew her well enough for her to visit in the middle of the night.”
    I leaned forward and spread my hands on the table. “Hey, it’s not like I sent her an invitation to visit. I can’t be responsible for every nut job my ex-husband sleeps with.”
    I waited for a response, an apology or something. Of course I got none. He stared at me and waited. I’d seen this on TV. The cop sits quietly while the suspect spills his—or her—guts. I just sat there and stared back at him. Two could play that game.
    “Okay,” I finally admitted, “she came to my house night before last to yell at me.” I’m not very good at sitting still and silent. I’m a lot better at spilling my guts.
    “About what?”
    “She wanted me to let her have Rick.”
    Lawson looked even stonier. “Are you back together with your ex-husband?”
    “Of course not! You know that Trent and I…well, we…uh…” I waved a hand to indicate words I wasn’t sure I should be saying in an interrogation room where the conversation was probably being recorded. It would not likely be a good idea for a suspect—excuse me, person of interest—to say she and another detective were lovers.
    Lawson raised one eyebrow ever so slightly, maybe two centimeters, but said nothing.
    “Come on! You know better than that. Rick told her we were getting back together because he has somebody new and didn’t have the guts to be honest.”
    “What did you tell her?”
    Yay! I made him talk even though I had to speak twice in between. “I told her she could have Rick, that I’d give him up, he was all hers.”
    “If you aren’t back with your ex, how could you give him up?”
    I heaved a deep sigh of frustration at Lawson’s inability to understand how things worked in the real world. “I just said that to shut her up. What would you have done if some crazy woman showed up on your porch in the middle of the night, shouting at you?”
    “You could have called the police.”
    “Why would I do that? She wasn’t waving a gun or threatening me. She was just drunk and pitiful. It was easier to say, yeah, okay, whatever you want, and then she went away.”
    “Why did she come back last night?”
    I heaved another deep sigh to show my annoyance. “Since I didn’t talk to her, I have no idea. Maybe she came to see somebody else in my neighborhood.”
    “Who?”
    “How would I know? She didn’t put an update on her Facebook page.”
    “Are you friends on Facebook?”
    This was getting ridiculous. “I don’t have a Facebook page. It was a joke.”
    “When did you last see Ms. Lancaster?”
    “I told you already. Night before last when she came to my door.”
    “What time was that?”
    “It was maybe a half hour after you and Trent left. Check it out. I’m sure you keep better records of your time than I do of mine.” I slid my chair back. “Are we finished?”
    “How would you categorize your relationship with Ms. Lancaster?”
    I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth and reminded myself that this man was Trent’s partner and friend, that he’d hugged me when he thought Rick was dead, that he was only doing his job and wasn’t deliberately trying to irritate me.
    “Nonexistent. I saw Ginger a couple of times with Rick, and then she came to my house in the middle of the night and carried on like a drunken banshee. We were not BFFs. We didn’t do lunch or exchange friendship bracelets. I didn’t even know her real name until you told me a few minutes ago.”
    “Who would want to harm Ms. Lancaster?”
    I stood, placed both hands on the table and leaned toward him. “Funniest thing, she hasn’t