Wicked Craving. G. A. McKevett

well, you check out Terry Somers … find out where he was last night … and then you’ll have her killer.”

      Wellman sounded so sure that Savannah nearly believed him. Nearly, but not completely.

      As she and Dirk ended the interview, said goodbye to Wellman, and left the house, she decided that—degenerate, broken-legged gambler or not—the doctor was still her number one suspect. At least for the moment.

      As they walked to their cars, she glanced down at her watch. “I have to go get Granny from the airport,” she told him. “Her plane was late, but even at that, I have to allow for Santa Monica traffic.”

      “Yeah, sure. Get going. You can’t keep my favorite lady waiting,” he said with a sweet smile that warmed her heart.

      Dirk truly loved her grandmother, and Savannah considered that one of his greatest virtues. On a bad day, it was his only virtue.

      “I thought I was your favorite lady,” she said.

      “Nope.” He gave her a slap on the back as he opened her car door and pushed her inside. “But you’re a solid runner-up.”