Follet held up a hand in interjection. “I think what Detective McIntyre is trying to say, albeit rudely, is did you hear anything - any part of what was said?”
“No – I didn’t.”
Follet sat back in his chair, breathing deeply, while the other detectives made a more audible sound of disbelief. He tapped the right side of his head with a well-manicured index finger as he looked at her.
“What about the father – you said he left shortly after the argument. Do you know where he went?” he asked.
May shook her head again. But Detective Follet was beginning to get aggravated.
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