texts: If she didn't--if luck was against him--he wipes the gun off, reaches the wall up there--drops it on the chaise. </s> <s> No suicide. </s> <s> Did we ever really think it was suicide?
labels: You win, Inspector.  You win all along the line.  Why didn't we think of Brandon before--or did we-- some of us.  Yeah.  Of course you did.  When a suspect thinks he's safe, you go on letting him think he's safe. Wait for a mistake.