Time was a blur as he watched the coroner take the body away. No weapon had been found and they suspected it to be a burglary gone wrong.
“I came over to go over some figures for a project we were working on. This morning he’d sliced the budgets in half. I was going to convince him to change that. Now it’s all over. Why did they have to kill him…”
The policeman gave Adam a glass of water and told him to go home.
Adam shivered and started his car. The bloody shirt in his briefcase would keep its secrets.
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His artwork was reputed to be lifelike. This one was titled “Broken Love”. She had seen it from the other side of the room and came close to study it further. The white towel swans stood out against the uneven red backdrop she perceived as rose petals. Had he named it after the wife he’d almost had?
He was standing alone watching the audience. For a change he wore a suit instead of the vest and shorts he usually preferred. Pain flashed through his eyes when she caught him by the elbow.
Was it true that he created his paints?