I rubbed my aching arm as the theater door clanged shut behind him. Though the perfectly repaired costumes looked suspicious, they wouldn’t be enough to prove Scott was behind it all. If I talked about my suspicions to Christine, the most that would happen was his team pulling a low score from th...
My main suspect in Ginny’s murder had fled the scene, I was outside in the cold without a coat, and I’d knocked my potential mother-in-law on her ass. Things couldn’t get much worse. “Does anyone need help here?” Or maybe they could. I turned and plastered my best nothing-to-see-here smile on my ...