It’s time to put our feminine wiles to the test. A DEADLY DEALER—J. B. STANLEY Everyone had sounded eager to get together again, when Lizzie finally reached them with the suggestion to reconvene the book club. Especially Molly. “You know I so enjoy having people here,” she said that evening, as they finished putting the glasses on trays and the sweets on plates. “It stops me from just sitting around and brooding about this whole business.” Sally-Jo gasped. “Molly, are you still worrying yourself? You know the police have other avenues of enquiry by now. You don’t think you’re still the primary suspect, do you?” “Well, you never know how that Officer Craig’s mind works. She’s called me up a couple of times in the last few days with what she calls ‘follow-up questions.’ They’re really just the same old thing but presented in a different way. Now, if she’s not trying to trip me up, I’d say we’re wasting a good salary just having her sit around and rethink things.” Lizzie chewed on her bottom lip.
