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in a pale blue ranch style home with white trim. Margaret knocked on the large white front door for a second time. “Maybe her hearing aid isn't working.” Henry suggested with a chuckle giving Amanda a wink.
“Don't be mean, besides she doesn't wear a hearing aid.” Margaret whispered.
The door opened and Olive complained. “Your late.....” Stopping in mid-sentence she blinked her large owl like eyes a couple of times. “Henry Walters... looking for a little romance?” She asked waving the romance novel she was holding in her hand. His face turned three shades of red as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Stop teasing, Olive and let us in.” Margaret pushed past her and made her way into the living room.
To Amanda's surprise all of the female suspects that Margaret mentioned were already here and lounging around Olive's house as if everything was perfectly normal. “Have a seat.” Olive announced. “And we will get started.”
Setting in a wing back chair that was strategically placed for conversational purposes. Amanda observed the three ladies none of them looked capable of murder but looks could be deceiving. Take Debbie for instance she was a rotund woman in her mid to late forties with graying hair and a kind plump face. She looked more like someones Aunt than a vicious murder. I guess if murder's all wore signs on there foreheads it would make it a lot easier.
Letting her eyes roam to Molly, she was a tall thin woman with big hair and fake nails. She was probably older than she appeared and dressed, she was maybe in her early forties. Amanda supposed that came with the trade of being a hairdresser.
Glancing over to Connie, she looked about fifty with gray hair and quite frankly didn't look strong enough to overtake Florence if a struggle ensued with her small frame and frail spaghetti arms. This was verging on the ridiculous she thought. She wasn't a detective. It took her walking in on her husband with another woman for her to figure out he was cheating on her.
Now she was trying to solve this crime. But she was determined. For some reason there was some deep emotional need to do this to prove to herself that she could, but not just for Florence. It gave her a purpose amongst all the recent chaos of her life.
Hearing Olive's voice she tuned back into the conversation. “Let's get a bite to eat and then we can finish the discussion.”
Everyone agreed. Amanda started to make her way to the dining room with all the others when Margaret grabbed her arm pulling her over to the side and whispered. “You work on Debbie and I'll take Molly.” She waved her hand toward Henry. “He can distract Olive.”
After getting her food Amanda noticed that Debbie and Connie was sitting over by the window chatting. Making her way over to them she thought she could kill two birds with one stone. So she plastered a smile on her face and asked “Can I join you?”
“Of course”Connie answered taking a small bite of her sandwich.
“ How do you like our little town?” Debbie asked taking a drink from her teacup.
“I've been enjoying myself. I haven't been here since I was thirteen.” Amanda answered, thinking this was her opportunity to steer the conversation. “Well, all but that horrible business with Florence Hardy.”
“It's so sad. I just couldn't imagine finding her like that.” Connie shaking her head giving Amanda a look of sympathy on her face.
“It's so sad.” Debbie agreed “I heard that it was a heart attack.”
“Really,” Amanda decided to add a little fuel to the fire, so she leaned in close to whisper. “I heard it was ….. Murder.”
“No!” They both said in unison.
“That doesn't surprise me one bit.” Debbie announced nodding her head to emphasize her words. “She treated people so poorly. It was bound to happen.”
“You are right about that.” Connie agreed leaning in close she cryptically asked. “Did you happen to hear who it
“Don't be mean, besides she doesn't wear a hearing aid.” Margaret whispered.
The door opened and Olive complained. “Your late.....” Stopping in mid-sentence she blinked her large owl like eyes a couple of times. “Henry Walters... looking for a little romance?” She asked waving the romance novel she was holding in her hand. His face turned three shades of red as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Stop teasing, Olive and let us in.” Margaret pushed past her and made her way into the living room.
To Amanda's surprise all of the female suspects that Margaret mentioned were already here and lounging around Olive's house as if everything was perfectly normal. “Have a seat.” Olive announced. “And we will get started.”
Setting in a wing back chair that was strategically placed for conversational purposes. Amanda observed the three ladies none of them looked capable of murder but looks could be deceiving. Take Debbie for instance she was a rotund woman in her mid to late forties with graying hair and a kind plump face. She looked more like someones Aunt than a vicious murder. I guess if murder's all wore signs on there foreheads it would make it a lot easier.
Letting her eyes roam to Molly, she was a tall thin woman with big hair and fake nails. She was probably older than she appeared and dressed, she was maybe in her early forties. Amanda supposed that came with the trade of being a hairdresser.
Glancing over to Connie, she looked about fifty with gray hair and quite frankly didn't look strong enough to overtake Florence if a struggle ensued with her small frame and frail spaghetti arms. This was verging on the ridiculous she thought. She wasn't a detective. It took her walking in on her husband with another woman for her to figure out he was cheating on her.
Now she was trying to solve this crime. But she was determined. For some reason there was some deep emotional need to do this to prove to herself that she could, but not just for Florence. It gave her a purpose amongst all the recent chaos of her life.
Hearing Olive's voice she tuned back into the conversation. “Let's get a bite to eat and then we can finish the discussion.”
Everyone agreed. Amanda started to make her way to the dining room with all the others when Margaret grabbed her arm pulling her over to the side and whispered. “You work on Debbie and I'll take Molly.” She waved her hand toward Henry. “He can distract Olive.”
After getting her food Amanda noticed that Debbie and Connie was sitting over by the window chatting. Making her way over to them she thought she could kill two birds with one stone. So she plastered a smile on her face and asked “Can I join you?”
“Of course”Connie answered taking a small bite of her sandwich.
“ How do you like our little town?” Debbie asked taking a drink from her teacup.
“I've been enjoying myself. I haven't been here since I was thirteen.” Amanda answered, thinking this was her opportunity to steer the conversation. “Well, all but that horrible business with Florence Hardy.”
“It's so sad. I just couldn't imagine finding her like that.” Connie shaking her head giving Amanda a look of sympathy on her face.
“It's so sad.” Debbie agreed “I heard that it was a heart attack.”
“Really,” Amanda decided to add a little fuel to the fire, so she leaned in close to whisper. “I heard it was ….. Murder.”
“No!” They both said in unison.
“That doesn't surprise me one bit.” Debbie announced nodding her head to emphasize her words. “She treated people so poorly. It was bound to happen.”
“You are right about that.” Connie agreed leaning in close she cryptically asked. “Did you happen to hear who it
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