"Someone else," he decided with a frown. "A friend of yours perhaps." Not Russian?" she asked him."No accent," Wolfgang said with a shrug.Oss Fromme h...d in fact been able to pass someone else off as Yuri's killer. The young man had denied it at first, of course, but eventually a man will confess to anything if it will make the pain go away. Fromme had been happy to collect a reward and Eva was no longer of much interest to the Russians now that they had the satisfaction they'd been looking for.. She fell to the floor, and as she lay there fighting the pain, with Hugo leaning over her, she managed, for the first time, to whisper, "I love you," to him, but she didn't hear his answer.In the quiet of the next morning in the New House of Joy, much saddened members of the staff and a few very favoured customers were discussing Martha's death from a heart attack the night before. Although all the nicest things were being said, and everyone was being sympathetic, nevertheless everyone had. From the front of the car we hit, came a real bruiser. He looked like a football player. He moved well and had a smile on his face as he looked at me. In his hand was a small baseball bat used by youngsters. This was serious and somebody wanted me hurt or killed.The man got close before he brought the small bat back to hit me on the body. I was scared as I ever been and tried to play the part I developed years ago. I tried to act like a poor frightened woman that didn't know what to do. The man. “What’s up?” he asked.“Not on the phone,” I said ominously.“Okay meet me at the store,” he suggested.“Will thirty minutes work for you?” I asked.“I’m here now,” he said.When I got to the show I filled him in on what had happened. After I finished he spoke.“Have you been smoking the left over stuff?” he asked almost seriously. “I think you are seeing things. Marge might see a chance to build a criminal enterprise here. Which is the most likely scenario. There would be no reason to squeeze her..