Death of the Couch Potato's Wife: Cozy Christian Mysteries (Women Sleuth, Female Detective Suspense)

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right.”
    Then maybe Romeo would allow him to be a part of the police department, I thought. Poor guy wanted something he could likely never have. I understood all about that. My big city dreams had been dashed when I moved here.
    I leaned farther between the seats. “Come on. Just share with us. We’re a team now. Maybe we can even help you.”
    Babe glanced back at me, admiration in her eyes.
    “Well, I do have one main suspect who stands out in my mind.”
    I leaned closer. “Who?”
    “This is just between the three of us. I don’t want any rumors being spread around.” He glanced back at us, like a father giving his children a warning.
    I rolled my eyes when I was sure he couldn’t see me. “Of course.”
    “Okay, you both seem pretty trustworthy. And maybe you should know this information since you’re both a part of Neighborhood Watch. You never can be too careful.” He pulled to a stop at the side of the road and cut off his headlights before shifting in his seat to face us. “Donna.”
    “Donna?” Why on earth would he think Donna was guilty? Donna was Mrs. Prim and Proper. Of course, Tiara had acted like something was stressing her friend out. Could something have been stressing her out enough to murder someone?
    “I saw Candace and Donna arguing last week.”
    “Arguing about what?”
    Harry shrugged. “I wasn’t close enough to hear, but it looked pretty heated.”
    “Well, spit it out. What’s your theory?” Babe didn’t mince words.
    Harry drew in a deep breath, as if he were hesitant to share. Something about the action didn’t ring quite true to me, though. “You know Donna is opposing Hillary in the next election? She wants to be president of the Homeowners’ Association.”
    “She does?” It was the first I’d heard of it. If I understood correctly, no one had ever dared to run against Hillary. Besides that, I’d never seen Donna as the type to have an interest in politics at any level. She seemed content being a family woman. And her kids sure kept her busy between all of their activities.
    “It’s the only thing I can think of that they would have been arguing about.”
    “But why would Candace and Donna be arguing over that?” I raised my palm in the air in confusion. “Candace and Donna were friends. Certainly Candace would have supported her in the election process. Everyone knows Candace didn’t like Hillary.”
    Harry brushed his mustache with his fingers. “That’s the question I’d like an answer to also.”

    My investigation was not working so far. And it was because I had no plan.
    The next morning, as soon as Kent left for work, I sat down with a cup of coffee at my kitchen table and pulled out a notebook. I needed to approach this like a public relations campaign.
    Every good public relations campaign had several elements to it. First, I needed an objective. I had that. To find Candace’s killer before Candace’s killer found me.
    Each campaign also required connection and credibility. Connecting meant I needed to get out of this house and interact with people. Draw on all my friendliness and charm. Find out information. Credibility meant I needed to establish trust and inspire confidence.
    I could do it. I wouldn’t let someone keep me in my own house, scared to come out, scared to eat.
    Ever since my attack in Chicago, I’d vowed never, ever to let someone make me feel weak again. Even though fear still simmered beneath my bravado, I was determined to push through it. That’s what made people strong.
    Being a city slicker just might come in handy now, I realized.
    My first goal today would be to introduce myself to my new neighbors who’d moved in two doors down. After all, that’s what people in the ‘burbs did.
    The sun shone brightly as I charged up the sidewalk and rapped on the front door. I should have brought something with me, a plate of cookies or brownies. Donna would have done that.
    A woman with brown hair, so dark it was almost

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