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was. You know, she studied journalism in university. It stuck with her I guess." She shrugged. "But she never found anything. I'd have known if she did. And we do really well with Devon's pics."
"So I should invest?"
Wendy shrugged. "If you've got any extra money."
"My clients do very well with my advice," Devon said sweetly gliding in.
It left Maxine wondering just how long she'd been outside and what she'd heard. She shuddered slightly. But Devon had never been anything but nice to her. And no matter what Patrick said she couldn't get through life suspecting EVERYBODY.
Detective Shannon seemed to think differently. In fact he seemed to think it the best way as he sat at a table in Au Chocolat. "Maybe not everybody, but the chocolate was poisoned with warfarin. Considering her husband's a heart surgeon it might not be that hard to get her hands on some."
She paused in the middle of serving Patrick a couple of truffles on the house since he'd just dropped in to fill her in on the details. "Isn't that rat poison?"
He nodded grimly. "We're keeping that to ourselves right now." He stopped to down a truffle. "Best ever," he said.
She'd known he'd like the dark 'Irish' special flavoured with Irish whiskey. She smiled at him now. "OK, but if it's rat poison almost anyone could have access to some."
"That thought did cross our minds. But a heart surgeon – she'd have easy access to it."
"What motive? From the sound of the party last night everyone's making money on her investments."
" All I'm saying is be careful. And if you hear anything, let me know. Anything at all."
"So noted," she said. But since she didn't see Devon that often it really didn't seem as if it would be that much of a problem. Having it made public that someone had died eating a chocolate laced with rat poison from her shop – she might as well lock the doors now.
Tears came to her eyes. It was so unfair! They'd gone over every inch of her place, every piece of equipment she'd used at the event and nothing – bar nothing – had shown any trace of poison of any kind.
And the knife used to kill Rae-Ann? Did it have to be the same kind she used? And it wasn't the same kind in Devon's kitchen. She'd checked after Wendy's comment about Rae-Ann. They'd been state of the art knives from Rachel Rae's new line of cookware. New knives she couldn't help thinking. But that didn't mean anything. Most of the stuff in Devon's kitchen looked brand new and never used. Cooking clearly wasn't her thing and that was just fine with Maxine. Those were the kind of people who made the best clients.
This afternoon she was doing a major clean with the help of Heath, Marcus and Ally who'd all volunteered when they heard about Bernice's place. A talk with the hospital social worker confirmed that Bernice wasn't taking care of herself the way she needed to. But there was no way she could see Bernice agreeing to go into long term care.
"Maybe now she'll get some help," Ally said. "It could end up being good, right?" She'd tried to put a hopeful spin on it but it hadn't worked.
"We need to find out who's behind all the trouble she's been having," Heath growled. "And I know Ron was your friend but it does seem tied to West Shore developments."
"You guys start on the clean-up. Don't throw anything out unless I say so but maybe you could make a few piles. Ellie said she'd be happy to come over and help."
"No offence but I don't see Ellie being a major help in cleaning," Heath said.
"I know. I know. But she's helped some of her friends go through the process of closing down their houses or downsizing. Apparently the community center even did some seminars recently on de-cluttering and letting go."
"OK, that could definitely come in handy," Heath agreed.
"Yeah," Ally said. "Bernice sounds like a clutter queen."
Which left her to do an online search of West Shore Developments. There were articles from the West shore paper announcing the development and what a boon it would
"So I should invest?"
Wendy shrugged. "If you've got any extra money."
"My clients do very well with my advice," Devon said sweetly gliding in.
It left Maxine wondering just how long she'd been outside and what she'd heard. She shuddered slightly. But Devon had never been anything but nice to her. And no matter what Patrick said she couldn't get through life suspecting EVERYBODY.
Detective Shannon seemed to think differently. In fact he seemed to think it the best way as he sat at a table in Au Chocolat. "Maybe not everybody, but the chocolate was poisoned with warfarin. Considering her husband's a heart surgeon it might not be that hard to get her hands on some."
She paused in the middle of serving Patrick a couple of truffles on the house since he'd just dropped in to fill her in on the details. "Isn't that rat poison?"
He nodded grimly. "We're keeping that to ourselves right now." He stopped to down a truffle. "Best ever," he said.
She'd known he'd like the dark 'Irish' special flavoured with Irish whiskey. She smiled at him now. "OK, but if it's rat poison almost anyone could have access to some."
"That thought did cross our minds. But a heart surgeon – she'd have easy access to it."
"What motive? From the sound of the party last night everyone's making money on her investments."
" All I'm saying is be careful. And if you hear anything, let me know. Anything at all."
"So noted," she said. But since she didn't see Devon that often it really didn't seem as if it would be that much of a problem. Having it made public that someone had died eating a chocolate laced with rat poison from her shop – she might as well lock the doors now.
Tears came to her eyes. It was so unfair! They'd gone over every inch of her place, every piece of equipment she'd used at the event and nothing – bar nothing – had shown any trace of poison of any kind.
And the knife used to kill Rae-Ann? Did it have to be the same kind she used? And it wasn't the same kind in Devon's kitchen. She'd checked after Wendy's comment about Rae-Ann. They'd been state of the art knives from Rachel Rae's new line of cookware. New knives she couldn't help thinking. But that didn't mean anything. Most of the stuff in Devon's kitchen looked brand new and never used. Cooking clearly wasn't her thing and that was just fine with Maxine. Those were the kind of people who made the best clients.
This afternoon she was doing a major clean with the help of Heath, Marcus and Ally who'd all volunteered when they heard about Bernice's place. A talk with the hospital social worker confirmed that Bernice wasn't taking care of herself the way she needed to. But there was no way she could see Bernice agreeing to go into long term care.
"Maybe now she'll get some help," Ally said. "It could end up being good, right?" She'd tried to put a hopeful spin on it but it hadn't worked.
"We need to find out who's behind all the trouble she's been having," Heath growled. "And I know Ron was your friend but it does seem tied to West Shore developments."
"You guys start on the clean-up. Don't throw anything out unless I say so but maybe you could make a few piles. Ellie said she'd be happy to come over and help."
"No offence but I don't see Ellie being a major help in cleaning," Heath said.
"I know. I know. But she's helped some of her friends go through the process of closing down their houses or downsizing. Apparently the community center even did some seminars recently on de-cluttering and letting go."
"OK, that could definitely come in handy," Heath agreed.
"Yeah," Ally said. "Bernice sounds like a clutter queen."
Which left her to do an online search of West Shore Developments. There were articles from the West shore paper announcing the development and what a boon it would
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