“I did not,” she stated crisply. “Even worse were the final words spoken between us. While all of you were left with words of love, I’m left with words of anger. Words neither of us can take back.” “That was the night he was murdered, when you brought his dinner to the office?” “It was.” The waitress arrived just then, looking distinctly put out when they all fell silent. She unloaded her tray onto their table. After checking to make certain they had everything they needed, she reluctantly departed again. “Mrs. Kincaid—Elizabeth,” Jack corrected himself. “Tell me what happened that night. What did you see? What did Dad say to you?” She reached for a Bluebelle and broke off a fragment, though she didn’t eat it. Instead, she crumbled the flaky pastry between her fingers. “I’ve thought about it and thought about it until my head’s ready to explode.
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