She was the one we saw with Myrtle when she looked like she might fall down drunk. She recently moved from Freely to Blue River.
“What about her ex-husband?”
“Oh, they divorced a long time ago.”
“Hm. He might still have a motive. Do you remember his name?”
“Nathan, or no, Nate. It was just Nate. I remember now. And the kids are Shirley and Mark.”
“Do you think you could get hold of them, Mee-Maw?”
“Well, I imagine they’ll be coming into town to deal with their mother’s death.”
“You’re right!” Ally nodded. She glanced at her watch. It was well past one in the morning. “Tomorrow, we’ll do our best to talk to all of them. And I’ll call this lawyer.” She didn’t mention that she had two reasons for that. “I think we need to get as much information as we can tomorrow.” Ally almost told her grandmother why, but she stopped herself. She didn’t want Charlotte to worry.
“All right, good plan. Let’s get some rest.”
Ally nodded. Her grandmother went to her room to sleep. Ally did the same, but she couldn’t even close her eyes. Peaches paced back and forth across her bed. She could sense Ally’s unrest. Even with nuzzled cat kisses Ally couldn’t calm down. Her mind filled with what it would be like to have to wear a jumpsuit, to be lumped in with criminals, to never find out exactly what her life could have been. She pulled Peaches close and snuggled her. What would it be like to never have her best friend around again? As she stared into the darkness of her room one question played through her mind on repeat. Would this be her last night as a free woman?
Chapter Seven
The next day the town buzzed with the arrival of Myrtle’s family members, the closure of the shop, and the general scandal of poisoned chocolates. Ally could see people driving slowly past the cottage as she readied Arnold for his walk. She had already placed a call to the lawyer and made an appointment to see him. By taking Arnold for a walk she hoped that she would run into someone from Myrtle’s family, or even her ex. Also, it might be her last chance to take Arnold for a walk for a long time.
“Ally, hold on, let me get my shoes and I’ll come with you.”
Ally snapped the leash onto Arnold’s collar then waited in front of the cottage for her grandmother. As she did, a car slowed down in front of the house and then stopped.
“What are you doing here?”
Ally raised an eyebrow and tried to peer through the window. The sunlight hit it just the right way to prevent her from seeing who the driver was.
“I live here.”
“Shouldn’t you be in jail?” The driver leaned over and out of the sunlight. Ally saw that it was Jensen, the security guard from the night before. She had forgotten to ask her grandmother if she knew who he was.
“That’s none of your business.”
“Isn’t it? You broke into one of the apartments in my building.”
“You did your job, now just move along.” Ally tightened her grip on the pig’s leash.
“You still have that guy?”
“Who are you?” Ally stared at him.
“Oh, you really don’t remember, do you?” He chuckled. “I don’t blame you. But, I bet after last night you won’t be able to forget.”
“Maybe you could just tell me?”
“What would be the fun in that, Ally?” He tilted his head to the side. “So, I guess you have an in with the detective. Are you seeing him or something?”
“Why would I answer that? I have no idea who you are.”
“All right, then.” He shrugged. “Don’t let me catch you breaking in again. Got it?”
Ally stared at him. He had a strange way of speaking to her, as if he knew her quite well. “I don’t think you have to worry about that.” She didn’t add the reason why. She would be in jail by the end of the day.
“Good. Because I take my job very seriously.” He started to drive off.
“Wait!” Ally ran up to the car.
“What is it?”
“Did you notice anyone visiting
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