The police were no nearer an arrest than they had been last week. I had people to investigate, and best of all, Mama was busy organizing a church social this morning. Montclair Retirement Center was a veritable town unto itself, a cluster of graciously designed three story buildings. Sweeping archways dominated the covered walks linking the complex. Rigidly pruned evergreens formed the backdrop for a riot of purple and yellow pansies lining the concrete sidewalks. I signed a logbook, registering myself as an Official Visitor, while the youthful receptionist called the business office to see if someone was available to talk to me. Baby blue dominated the richly patterned carpet, the walls, and the upholstered furniture. Very soothing, even for someone as nervous as I was today. I had so many possible murder suspects now that it would be a relief to remove someone from my personal suspect list. I was fairly certain this was a wild-goose chase, but my nagging conscience wouldn’t let me overlook Denise Wonder Boobs.
