They’d decided to hold the body in Laureen’s freezer until the police could be notified. Naturally, Laureen had put up some resistance. She’d waited years for her walk-in freezer and there was no way she wanted it turned into a morgue! It had taken some persuading, but she’d finally yielded. Walker and Marc had volunteered for the unpleasant task of wrapping Vanessa in a sheet and laying her out on the floor of the freezer, while Alan and Paul kept Hal company. When Walker and Marc rejoined the rest of the group in Moira and Grace’s living room, they were grim faced and solemn. “Brandy?” Moira passed the bottle that Alan had brought. “I think we could all use a drink.” Hal held out his glass for a refill. “Careful, Hal.” Moira poured just a bit more in his glass. “That stuff is pretty potent.” “It’s just what I need. I still can’t believe that Vanessa’s dead. And even worse, I don’t know whether I should drown my sorrows or celebrate. Vanessa was a real piece of work, but at least she was interesting.
