The Naples Daily had plastered Deva Dunne Interiors all over page one, including a photograph of the shattered window and an inset of me leaving the Gordon Drive house the day of Maria’s murder. The headline read Design Shop Vandalized. Owner Injured. They’d even included the shop address. Beneath it, the whole of last night’s episode and a recap of the double crime at the Alexanders. Chip was right. After reading all that, I did need a nap. I’d become notorious and the shop along with me. We were both doomed. Under Chip’s watchful eyes, I ate my soup then went to bed and slept like the dead until five o’clock. The phone woke me. I groped for it with my good hand. “Deva? How y’all feeling?” Lee. “Groggy at the moment. Did you have an awful day?” “No, not at all. That’s why I’m calling. People crowded the shop from nine o’clock until just a minute ago.
