Lewis" office was a 10" X 14" room painted edamame green and parsnip white, and was filled with furniture that could have come from the Sally Ann. Crammed inside, it felt as if we were in a Murder She Wrote episode, waiting for the murderer to be unveiled – after we went around the group a few times, of course, and challenged each other with pointed, accusing fingers.
Murder She WroteIt was 4:00 a.m. Tuesday, and hours since Jeana and Prunella had been transported from the passageway to the morgue and hospital respectively. Gwynne had been taken to the same hospital. The flu he"d been experiencing could actually have been food poisoning – emphasis on “poison”. It was a good thing Lewis hadn"t met the same fate; obviously he"d avoided ingesting what the deputy had. Had Bird Lady engineered
