Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Mae? Mae Santini was arguing with Ellen on the day of her murder?” I managed to reply, as Logan’s brows raised and his mouth opened. And closed.
“Yes, indeed. Though the missus didn’t say as much, I’m sure the Santini girl was the one who started it because Ellen Decker didn’t have a mean bone in her body or a negative word for anyone. Can’t say the same for the other one. Poor Babbo Santini had no good apples falling from that tree.” He paused to scoff. “As for Maria, she was at work long before the row occurred, but honestly, Arianna, why would you think a hard-working single mother like that that would leave her daughter in the care of someone she’d just had it out with, even if that had been the case?”
An incoming call from Wendell saved me from having to answe
