sofa, Lily dashed to the window and looked outside. A police car had just parked in front of the house, and she spied Danielleâs red Ford Flex turning into the side driveway.
âOh, youâre trying to tell me Dani is back. Sorry, I guess I can be dense.â
The spotting scope moved again, nodding up and down.
Lily glared at where she imagined Walt stood. âYou donât have to agree with me.â Turning her attention back to the window, she watched as MacDonald got from the police car and started toward the walkway leading to the front door.
âI wonder why the chief came back with her. You think heâs going to take Hillary in?â
I f the prospect of an interview with the police chief was making Hillary Hemmingway nervous, Walt thought she was doing an excellent job concealing her emotions. In his opinion, she looked more grandmotherly than like a bestselling mystery author. But he had never known a mystery author before, so he wasnât certain what one was supposed to look like.
Walt sat on the edge of the small desk in the parlor and watched as Hillary settled onto the sofa. MacDonald took a seat on the chair facing her.
âWhatâs this about, Chief MacDonald?â Hillary asked in a calm tone.
âI understand you were at the Pier Café when Jolene Carmichael was murdered.â
âWas that the womanâs name?â Hillary asked. âNow that you mention it, I think Danielle told meâ¦or did I read it in the paper?â
âI was under the impression you knew her.â MacDonald studied Hillaryâs expression.
âThe woman who was murdered?â Hillary shook her head. âNot that I know of, although the name is familiar, but then I believe Danielle mentioned it. Iâm not very good with names.â She flashed him a smile.
âYou knew all about her murder,â Walt scoffed.
âAccording to witnesses, when she came into the Pier Café before her murder, she stopped and talked to you.â
Hillary gasped. âThe woman who was murdered was in the restaurant that night?â
âYes, and she stopped at your table. You two exchanged words.â
âOh my, was that nice woman the one who was killed?â Hillary paused a moment, her forehead drawn into a frown. Finally, she said, âNow that you mention it, there was something familiar about her. I donât remember thinking it at the time, but now that you mention itâ¦â
âBut you talked to her?â
âYes. She stopped by my table. Asked me what kind of pie I was eating.â
âPie?â
âShe asked me if it was good, what kind it was. I assumed she was thinking of getting pie herself and wanted to know if I liked the piece I was eating. Oh my, you say sheâs the one who was killed?â
âSo you didnât know Jolene Carmichael?â
âNo. Not personally. She was the one who found those gold coins across the street, wasnât she?â
âYes, that was her. So you never met Jolene before that evening at Pier Café?â the chief asked.
âDidnât I already answer that question? I havenât been in Frederickport long, and I havenât met that many people since I got here.â
âWhy were you at Pier Café that night?â
âHaving pie. Didnât I just say that?â Hillary asked.
âIt was rather late to be out alone, wasnât it? Or perhaps you werenât alone?â MacDonald studied Hillary.
âI suppose it was late, but I feel safe in Frederickport. Of courseâ¦nowâ¦now with there having been a murder, I suppose that was foolish of me.â
âCan you tell me about that night?â
âOhâ¦of course. Youâre wondering if I saw anything. Anything that might help you solve the murder.â
âDid you?â
âI suppose I might have seen something that I wasnât aware of seeing.â Hillary leaned forward and
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