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That’s not what I want to talk about. To be honest, I’m just trying to help a private investigator.” That wasn’t a lie.
    â€œI don’t think you’re being honest about anything.” Her posture stiffened as she stared at me.
    I wasn’t sure if she would accept anything I said.
    Jamie tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “She had an argument with some other designer. Everyone heard them yelling at each other.”
    â€œDo you think that person murdered her?”
    She leaned forward. “No, I think Hannah murdered her.”
    â€œThat is a careless accusation,” Sam said.
    â€œEven though you heard Melanie arguing with someone else?” I asked.
    â€œShe argued with a lot of people, so that was nothing new. She argued with Hannah too.”
    I suppose she did have a point there, but was it enough for murder?
    â€œDo you know why she was arguing with Hannah?” I asked.
    â€œGood question.” Sam paced across the room.
    Charlotte crossed her arms in front of her waist. “I don’t know if I would believe what she has to say.”
    Jamie leaned back in her seat. “I think they were arguing over the clothing. I can see why Hannah was mad, too, because Melanie told another designer not to use Hannah in a show.”
    â€œOkay, so maybe Hannah did have a motive, but still, I just have a feeling,” Sam said.
    â€œWell, that’s kind of rotten of Melanie,” Charlotte said.
    â€œWhy did she do that?” I asked.
    â€œAfter Hannah got mad at Melanie that was probably her way of getting back at her.”
    â€œSo it sounds like they had quite a battle going on,” Sam said.
    Jamie looked at the small silver clock on the side table beside her. “I’m sorry, but I have an appointment.”
    I stood from the sofa. “Thank you for taking the time to talk to me.”
    She walked toward the door. “I hope that whoever did this is brought to justice.”
    â€œMe too,” I said.
    Charlotte and Sam followed me out the door.
    â€œWhat do you think about what she said?” Charlotte asked.
    â€œI think I need to look into it further,” I said.
    Charlotte smiled. “I like the way you think.”
    â€œThat is exactly what I was thinking,” Sam said as he trailed along beside us.
    We headed back to my car. I pondered my next move as I opened the car door and slid behind the wheel. I shoved my key into the ignition but didn’t start the car yet. The pink flamingo keychain dangled and lightly tapped the side of the steering wheel. That was the only sound in the car. I could have heard a pin drop.
    As we sat in the car, contemplating what to do next, Charlotte said, “You should find the designer and see what she has to say about what Melanie did.”
    I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel. “I suppose that wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”
    â€œSee, I have good ideas,” Charlotte said.
    â€œI never said you didn’t.”
    Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “Well, it wasn’t what you said, it was the way you implied it.”
    Sam leaned forward in the seat. “Ladies, you all need to focus on the task at hand.”
    He was right.
    â€œI’ll see if I can find the other designer’s number.”
    After a quick search on my phone, I found a number for her office.
    â€œI doubt I’ll get through to her, but I’ll give it a shot,” I said as I dialed the number.
    Sam leaned back in the seat. “I have to hand it to you, Cookie, when you decide to do something, you really go all out.”
    Charlotte smiled. “She really reminds me of myself at that age.”
    â€œMaybe if I had had half of your tenacity I would have been a better private eye,” Sam said.
    I covered the receiver while I dialed. “Sam, I’m sure you were a great private eye.”
    He stared out the window. “Sure, that’s why I never