A Memorable Murder. John Schlarbaum

Jerry deadpanned.

      “So I haven’t thought this through yet. Give me time.” Melanie took a final swallow of champagne and got up unsteadily from the table. “If my dear old friend is having an affair, I am going to use that information to my advantage.”

      “To what end?” Jerry asked as he helped Melanie on with her coat.

      “Whichever end justifies the means.”

      “You’re drunk,” Jerry laughed.

      “Yeah, I guess I am.” Melanie looked up into Jerry’s face. “Even you’re starting to look pretty handsome.”