“Spies? Us?” she said, laughing and pointing to herself and Wendy. “Nah, we’re just staying out at the bed and breakfast. Got a great rate online, actually.” The shopkeeper uncrossed her arms and began fanning again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. This whole mess is making me crazy.” Her eyes teared up. “It’s just been so long. I feel like Brandon’s connections with the police have kept him out of jail, but I know he’s guilty.” “What connections?” Wendy asked. “One of his best friends since high school is a cop. I swear, I think if it weren’t for that they would have worked harder to show he killed her.” Wendy repositioned the two moose so they were sitting on their bottoms, front legs crossed. “Why do you think he killed her?” “I don’t know why. I mean, they had been together since high school. It’s not like he got a lot out of the estate, other than Turlington Farms. But then when he married that other woman so soon after Mary Beth died, it started to come together.
