“Just a moment Mrs. Olmsted, Ma’am. I haven’t finished yet. I need to ask you a couple more questions.” She turned back to face the detective, her tears subsiding. “Could you tell me where you’ve been for the last several hours?” “Where I’ve been?” “Yes, Ma’am.” “My husband is lying here dead, and you have the audacity to ask me where I’ve been?”
Book:Murder in Buckhead