Arthur Mendoza — The Morgue Wedding Mystery
I couldn’t reconcile that woman with somebody willing to help murder me.
“Don’t discuss this with anyone except the detective until we know more,” I told Valerie.
“You think Aunt Connie’s involved?”
“I think somebody has been lying.
I don’t know who.”
The call ended.
Dr.
Ruiz returned with a nurse and explained that my condition was improving, though they were continuing to monitor me and would not speculate about a substance before the tests were reviewed.