Connecting The Dots

Michael

“Do you often golf in the winter?” Harper asked.

“I don’t make it a habit, but if my client suggests it, then I aim to please.”

Willis nodded and wrote something down on the tablet.

“Were we trespassing?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. I wanted them to hurry along so I could get on with my day. And I needed to warn Frederick and Demetri that the cops were now involved in their investigation. Had someone alerted the police to foul play? Was it the same guy that sent his thugs to Natalia’s?

“No,” Harper said. “We’re creating a timeline of the whereabouts of Sal Rossi over the last few weeks.”

“Did you see anyone suspicious at the country club?” Willis asked.

I shrugged. “It was early in the morning. I didn't see anyone on the course except for us.”

Willis didn’t skip a beat with his next question. “And where else did you meet him since then?”

I went to my calendar and listed off the lunches and meetings Sal and I had shared together. There weren’t many, so I hoped the d