of
different theories here,” Ford answered. “For the time being, that’s one
possibility that I plan to look into.”
“I’m a little confused,” I said.
“What could Eve possibly have against…” The distinct elements swirled in my
mind until blending into one shocking thought. “Eve thought Rosemary was having
an affair with her husband?” I whispered. “Is that what you suspect?”
“Look, I’m sorry that I can’t say
more at the moment,” Ford answered. “But my preliminary inquiries turned up
some really curious possibilities. If you can sit tight for a while longer, I’m
going to dig a little deeper.”
Again, his cautious response made
me think that he was now turning his attention toward Eve in the investigation.
After a few more questions about her demeanor during the book club sessions,
Ford announced that he was heading out to interview Eve about the case. He
promised to call if he needed more information about anything, and asked me to
be in touch if I learned anything that I thought might be helpful.
“Who was that?” asked Dora when I
got off the phone.
“Detective Ford.”
“What did you mean about Eve and
Rosemary? I mean, you asked him if he thought Eve joined to—what? Get close to
Rosemary or something?”
“Well, he asked me about Eve,” I
said.
“What did he want to know?” Dora’s
voice crackled with curiosity. “Does he think she’s involved?”
I shrugged. “Not in so many words.
But my instincts are telling me that he’s leaning in that direction.”
“What about that other guy’s wife
you mentioned?”
“Brock Truscott?”
She nodded. “Yes, didn’t you say
he’s going through a messy divorce and there was a chance his wife could be
behind the poisoned spinach dip?”
“Right,” I said. “Detective Ford’s
looking into that angle as well as the possibility that Eve is involved
somehow.”
Dora’s mouth fell open. “I just
can’t…” She shook her head. “Do you think she could hurt Rosemary?”
“I think anybody’s capable of
anything,” I said. “Especially if they feel threatened in some way.”
Dora smirked. “But Rosemary’s so
sweet and kind. How could she possibly hurt Eve?”
“I don’t know, but Detective Ford
said he’s going to dig deeper.”
“Well, he’d better be quick about
it,” Dora said. “Eve’s leaving for Europe tomorrow.”
The bombshell made me do a double
take. “She’s what ?”
“Leaving for Europe,” Dora
repeated. “Something about fashion shows and a getaway with her best friend
from college.”
“Must be nice,” I said. “If I want
to get away from it all, the fanciest thing I can do is book a mani-pedi.”
Dora smiled faintly. “I’m right
there with you! I can’t say I know Eve all that well, but I’ve always been a
little jealous of her wealth, their big house and everything else. I know they
say money can’t buy you happiness, but it sure couldn’t hurt!”
Chapter 19
Later that afternoon, I was
starting to prepare dinner when my phone chattered in my purse. I quickly left
the romaine leaves in the sink, dried my hands and got to the call just in
time.
“Jana!” a high-pitched voice said.
“It’s Sonja! My brother just left to meet whoever he did the delivery for on
Saturday.”
“Did he tell you that?” I asked.
She explained that she’d deduced it
from a call she overheard and a comment he made as he left her house. “I think
we should follow him,” she said quickly. “I’m already in the car. I can pick
you up in five minutes.”
“Did you call Detective Ford?”
“Yes, but it went right to his
voicemail.”
“And you left a message?”
“No, I didn’t want to risk it,” she
said. “If Warren’s meeting this person now, there’s a chance it would be too
late if we wait for the detective.”
“Where’s the meeting?” I asked.
“At Rusty Red’s,” Sonja answered.
“Okay,” I said. “Come pick me up.
I’ll text Ben and
different theories here,” Ford answered. “For the time being, that’s one
possibility that I plan to look into.”
“I’m a little confused,” I said.
“What could Eve possibly have against…” The distinct elements swirled in my
mind until blending into one shocking thought. “Eve thought Rosemary was having
an affair with her husband?” I whispered. “Is that what you suspect?”
“Look, I’m sorry that I can’t say
more at the moment,” Ford answered. “But my preliminary inquiries turned up
some really curious possibilities. If you can sit tight for a while longer, I’m
going to dig a little deeper.”
Again, his cautious response made
me think that he was now turning his attention toward Eve in the investigation.
After a few more questions about her demeanor during the book club sessions,
Ford announced that he was heading out to interview Eve about the case. He
promised to call if he needed more information about anything, and asked me to
be in touch if I learned anything that I thought might be helpful.
“Who was that?” asked Dora when I
got off the phone.
“Detective Ford.”
“What did you mean about Eve and
Rosemary? I mean, you asked him if he thought Eve joined to—what? Get close to
Rosemary or something?”
“Well, he asked me about Eve,” I
said.
“What did he want to know?” Dora’s
voice crackled with curiosity. “Does he think she’s involved?”
I shrugged. “Not in so many words.
But my instincts are telling me that he’s leaning in that direction.”
“What about that other guy’s wife
you mentioned?”
“Brock Truscott?”
She nodded. “Yes, didn’t you say
he’s going through a messy divorce and there was a chance his wife could be
behind the poisoned spinach dip?”
“Right,” I said. “Detective Ford’s
looking into that angle as well as the possibility that Eve is involved
somehow.”
Dora’s mouth fell open. “I just
can’t…” She shook her head. “Do you think she could hurt Rosemary?”
“I think anybody’s capable of
anything,” I said. “Especially if they feel threatened in some way.”
Dora smirked. “But Rosemary’s so
sweet and kind. How could she possibly hurt Eve?”
“I don’t know, but Detective Ford
said he’s going to dig deeper.”
“Well, he’d better be quick about
it,” Dora said. “Eve’s leaving for Europe tomorrow.”
The bombshell made me do a double
take. “She’s what ?”
“Leaving for Europe,” Dora
repeated. “Something about fashion shows and a getaway with her best friend
from college.”
“Must be nice,” I said. “If I want
to get away from it all, the fanciest thing I can do is book a mani-pedi.”
Dora smiled faintly. “I’m right
there with you! I can’t say I know Eve all that well, but I’ve always been a
little jealous of her wealth, their big house and everything else. I know they
say money can’t buy you happiness, but it sure couldn’t hurt!”
Chapter 19
Later that afternoon, I was
starting to prepare dinner when my phone chattered in my purse. I quickly left
the romaine leaves in the sink, dried my hands and got to the call just in
time.
“Jana!” a high-pitched voice said.
“It’s Sonja! My brother just left to meet whoever he did the delivery for on
Saturday.”
“Did he tell you that?” I asked.
She explained that she’d deduced it
from a call she overheard and a comment he made as he left her house. “I think
we should follow him,” she said quickly. “I’m already in the car. I can pick
you up in five minutes.”
“Did you call Detective Ford?”
“Yes, but it went right to his
voicemail.”
“And you left a message?”
“No, I didn’t want to risk it,” she
said. “If Warren’s meeting this person now, there’s a chance it would be too
late if we wait for the detective.”
“Where’s the meeting?” I asked.
“At Rusty Red’s,” Sonja answered.
“Okay,” I said. “Come pick me up.
I’ll text Ben and
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