The discovery of a second skeleton—with a bullet hole in the skull, no less—intrigued her. Olivia salivated at the thought of those antique cookie cutters the forensic team had uncovered. But she had promised Del to keep that information secret, at least for a while. It wouldn’t be easy. Surely Maddie would notice the sparkle in her eyes. However, a promise was a promise, and Olivia was touched by Del’s willingness, finally, to trust her with inside information about a murder investigation. She wouldn’t break her word, even if she had to glue her mouth shut and communicate through sign language. If only she knew sign language . . . It was nearly one-thirty p.m. by the time Olivia climbed the steps up to her front porch. Once inside, she paused in the foyer to compose herself before entering The Gingerbread House. Maddie might sense her excitement, so Olivia tried to focus on a depressing topic, like the coming of winter. She envisioned short days, frigid winds, cold and flu viruses . . .
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