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METHOD OF MURDER

“I had Timothy take another look at Ruby’s exhaust system and he didn’t find anything unusual.” Bill looked agitated.

“That makes sense two ways,” I said. “First of all, it sounds like it’s easy enough for carbon monoxide to leak into the car; and second, I like Timothy a lot, but mechanically speaking he’s never been the brightest bulb in the chandelier. Now if—”

“Dodie!” Bill rasped.

“What?”

“I wasn’t completely satisfied, so I had the state police give the engine a second look…go over it with a fine-tooth comb.”

“And?”

Bill peeked over his shoulder, taking in the near-empty dining room. “This is why I need your discretion. The state guys found a hairline crack between the manifold and the tail pipe connection—except it wasn’t caused by a bad repair job or rusting.”

My stomach churned. “What are you saying?”

“Someone with a detailed knowledge of car mechanics cut a thin gap in the pipe so that fumes could leak out.”

“Ruby was…?” The words stuck in my throat.

“Murdered…”