hemlock was gone, then they would know that she had found out.
As she turned her car around and began making her way back to Maple Creek, there was only one question in her mind. Which one of the people that she worked with had killed Henry Devou?
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She didn’t want to think that it could be true, even for an instant, but once the thought was in her head she just couldn’t make it go away. Part of her was horrified that she was even considering the fact that one of her employees could be a killer—they were her family, all of them—but another part kept going over the evidence in her head. The police believed that the poisoned soup had come from the deli because it had come from the deli. The poison might even have been added while it was still in the kitchen. All the evidence that they found so far pointed back to the store that she owned because that’s where the murderer had committed the crime.
Moira couldn’t believe that she was even entertaining this line of thought. As she had told David, she trusted each of her employees completely. But what if she had been wrong to do so? Everyone had poor judgment sometimes; had she made a fatal mistake when hiring Darrin or Danielle? It couldn’t be Candice; she couldn’t even consider the idea that her own daughter could kill someone. Besides, Candice would have had no motive. Her daughter was involved with running the business, and had seen their finances. She knew that the business was doing well. No, her daughter was not a murderer.
Not knowing exactly what she was going to say, but knowing that she had to get to the bottom of all of this, Moira pulled into her driveway. She was going to go to the police, but first she wanted to talk to her daughter. It looked like she would be needing that lawyer after all.
It wasn’t until he was more than halfway to Maple Creek that David realized that in his rush to get out the door, he had left his cell phone behind. He huffed out a breath of air in annoyance. Hopefully he would be able to catch Moira at the deli; she seemed to work constantly anyway, so chances were good that she was there.
When he pulled into the small parking lot outside of Darling’s DELIcious Delights, he immediately noticed that her car wasn’t there. Should I look for her at her house? he wondered. Then he remembered that the only place he had her address was on his cell phone.
Cursing how dependent he was on modern technology and deeply missing his old notepad, David slammed his car door shut and entered the store. Darrin, Moira’s young male employee, was at the counter chatting with Danielle.
“Hi Mr. Morris,” he said brightly. “I’m glad you stopped by. This place is dead today. I should have taken Ms. D’s advice and brought a book with me.” Danielle just nodded at him, her face expressionless.
“Is Moira here?” David asked, skipping the pleasantries. He glanced at the two employees, trying not to let his thoughts show on his face. If he was right, then one of them was a killer.
“Well no, she left about an hour ago.” Frowning, he asked, “Is something wrong?”
“I don’t know,” the detective replied truthfully. “Do you know where she went?”
“No, but she didn’t look happy. She sort of rushed out of here. Is it about the case, do you think?” the young man asked.
“I’m not sure,” David replied, already partway through the front door. “But if you see her, tell her that I’ll meet her at the police station.”
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The house was empty when Moira got there, and she groaned in annoyance. She wanted to go to the police as quickly as possible with her new evidence, but she didn’t want to put herself into their hands without talking to her daughter first. If the detectives at the police station didn’t believe her, they might end up arresting her, in which case she would desperately need her daughter’s help.
“Where are you?” she asked when Candice answered her call.
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