answer. “Ms. McDare, people pay a lot of money to get that kind of advice.”
“You’re right. Just between you and me, do you think she did it, or do you think the killer is still out there?” Daisy pressed.
She once again broke though his façade and got a candid reaction out of him. He had a look of panic in his eyes briefly. He quickly recovered and put his tough exterior forward again.
Peter gave a vague non answer. “It doesn’t matter what I think.”
“Why not?”
“Because, it only matters what the jury thinks. Her fate is in their hands.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. But just imagine if the killer was still right here in this office thinking they’d gotten away with murder. How unsettling would that be?” Daisy speculated.
Peter gave her an awkward forced smile. “Ms. McDare, you sure have an active imagination.”
“You’re probably right. It’s all just my imagination. That’s because I’m in the creative field. We types tend to get dramatic about things. Anyway, I should get back to work. Congratulations again on the promotion,” Daisy said.
If guilt could be proven on looks alone, Peter would be in deep trouble. Daisy only lobbed a couple of questions his way and he bit on them hook, line, and sinker. If he wasn’t a murderer, he sure had the face of one. Of course evidence was still in short supply. But Daisy felt like it was only a matter of time before the killer slipped up.
Chapter Thirteen
Finally after spending more of the day questioning potential suspects than doing redecorating, Daisy tried to get back to work. She had a lot to sort out in her head. The more she dug, the more ridiculous it seemed that Detective Crumple closed the case so early.
At this point, the only thing Daisy was certain of was that Angela Franklin did not murder Max Cash. Everything else was up in the air.
Things were only primed to get more confusing as Daisy saw Chloe exit Max’s old office in a huff. While Chloe had been on the verge of tears all day, now she couldn’t help herself from crying.
Brooke Cash meanwhile emerged in the doorway to her husband’s office and watched Chloe’s actions closely.
Chloe was a hot mess as she started grabbing things on her desk. She hurriedly picked an empty box, then started filling it with her photos and mementos.
The office’s bookkeeper Jackson looked up from his desk wide-eyed.
“Chloe, what’s going on?” Jackson asked.
Chloe wiped a tear from her eye. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Just calm down,” Jackson replied, trying to console her.
“I can’t calm down. I just got fired,” Chloe revealed.
Chloe could barely hold herself together. She looked like she was ready to collapse.
Jackson was still trying to work through his shock. “But…but—why did you get fired?”
Chloe nudged her head towards Brooke Cash giving her a hawkish glare.
“Why do you think?” Chloe said.
It then dawned on Jackson. Chloe wasn’t fired because of her work performance. She was sent packing because she’d been having an affair with Brooke’s husband.
“But you’re good at your job. You can’t get fired because…”
“Because I had an affair? Sure you can.” Chloe grimaced. She grabbed her box and headed to the exit.
“Here, let me help you,” Jackson insisted.
Chloe didn’t listen. She just wanted to get out of there. She muttered to herself. “My life can’t get any worse.”
Chloe then scuttled out.
Jackson meanwhile gritted his teeth as he looked at Brooke. He could hardly contain his rage. The rest of the office looked on in shock. The drama just never seemed to end at the law office.
Brooke Cash looked to get things back on track. “Alright people, nothing to see here. Back to work everyone.”
***
The end of the work
“You’re right. Just between you and me, do you think she did it, or do you think the killer is still out there?” Daisy pressed.
She once again broke though his façade and got a candid reaction out of him. He had a look of panic in his eyes briefly. He quickly recovered and put his tough exterior forward again.
Peter gave a vague non answer. “It doesn’t matter what I think.”
“Why not?”
“Because, it only matters what the jury thinks. Her fate is in their hands.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. But just imagine if the killer was still right here in this office thinking they’d gotten away with murder. How unsettling would that be?” Daisy speculated.
Peter gave her an awkward forced smile. “Ms. McDare, you sure have an active imagination.”
“You’re probably right. It’s all just my imagination. That’s because I’m in the creative field. We types tend to get dramatic about things. Anyway, I should get back to work. Congratulations again on the promotion,” Daisy said.
If guilt could be proven on looks alone, Peter would be in deep trouble. Daisy only lobbed a couple of questions his way and he bit on them hook, line, and sinker. If he wasn’t a murderer, he sure had the face of one. Of course evidence was still in short supply. But Daisy felt like it was only a matter of time before the killer slipped up.
Chapter Thirteen
Finally after spending more of the day questioning potential suspects than doing redecorating, Daisy tried to get back to work. She had a lot to sort out in her head. The more she dug, the more ridiculous it seemed that Detective Crumple closed the case so early.
At this point, the only thing Daisy was certain of was that Angela Franklin did not murder Max Cash. Everything else was up in the air.
Things were only primed to get more confusing as Daisy saw Chloe exit Max’s old office in a huff. While Chloe had been on the verge of tears all day, now she couldn’t help herself from crying.
Brooke Cash meanwhile emerged in the doorway to her husband’s office and watched Chloe’s actions closely.
Chloe was a hot mess as she started grabbing things on her desk. She hurriedly picked an empty box, then started filling it with her photos and mementos.
The office’s bookkeeper Jackson looked up from his desk wide-eyed.
“Chloe, what’s going on?” Jackson asked.
Chloe wiped a tear from her eye. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Just calm down,” Jackson replied, trying to console her.
“I can’t calm down. I just got fired,” Chloe revealed.
Chloe could barely hold herself together. She looked like she was ready to collapse.
Jackson was still trying to work through his shock. “But…but—why did you get fired?”
Chloe nudged her head towards Brooke Cash giving her a hawkish glare.
“Why do you think?” Chloe said.
It then dawned on Jackson. Chloe wasn’t fired because of her work performance. She was sent packing because she’d been having an affair with Brooke’s husband.
“But you’re good at your job. You can’t get fired because…”
“Because I had an affair? Sure you can.” Chloe grimaced. She grabbed her box and headed to the exit.
“Here, let me help you,” Jackson insisted.
Chloe didn’t listen. She just wanted to get out of there. She muttered to herself. “My life can’t get any worse.”
Chloe then scuttled out.
Jackson meanwhile gritted his teeth as he looked at Brooke. He could hardly contain his rage. The rest of the office looked on in shock. The drama just never seemed to end at the law office.
Brooke Cash looked to get things back on track. “Alright people, nothing to see here. Back to work everyone.”
***
The end of the work
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