“Go on, please,” Detective Graydon prodded, already piecing together a couplet of motives for arson: professional and romantic competition. “We broke up a long time ago, but she’s been stalking me by phone and internet ever since. Her messages had quieted down for a while until…” “Until Keith took me on vacation to Ireland!” Melanie finished for him in an exasperated hiss. “Is that correct?” Detective Graydon asked. “Yes, but I never thought in a million years that she could be capable of something like this. And the only reason I feel now that it could be Daisy is the color of that lipstick. Her lips were always that shade,” he confessed as Melanie winced at how he could recall such an intimate detail. “So it appears we have not only a professional rivalry on our hands, but also a love triangle of sorts,” Detective Graydon surmised. “You got the first part right. But there’s no love triangle,”
